Stavanger Bay *slaps organ* this baby can play so many octaves

there were few occupants in the rift that rannveig knew, and ever since his brother had gone missing, the boy was at crossroads as to what to do. on the one hand he had searched nearby countless times for ford, thus abandoning his duties to the rift — but making sure your packmate was okay was a duty, right?

he was making his way back from such a search when he heard a howl, and after some investigation, found a rather brightly colored male in their midst. casually strolling up to the wolf (and recalling how poorly it had worked the last time they just idly let a man in their ranks) rannveig cocked his tail and spoke: you need help, pal? he was not by nature a cold wolf, but an edge crept into his voice as he regarded ganondorf with unreadable sea-green eyes.