Stavanger Bay First Dip

Yanna had decided that enough was enough. He was done waiting for an opportunity worth his time to find him. He would swallow his pride and seek it out. He felt so useless, roaming as a solitary wolf, with nowhere and no one to lend his warrior skills to. He was a choosy male, yes. He preferred to test others before lending his services. But there were ways around that. For instance, if he joined the pack of his choosing, he could test it's strength from within. Working from the inside out - what better way to see if it was the right fit?

There were many well established options for the militant minded male to choose from. But of all of them, his paws guided him to the coast. It was unlike any of the others, a thriving sanctuary guarded my pillars of dual stone, worn by time. How fitting. And the sea... With a pleased rumble he recalled the time he took an icy dip to train his muscles, in the company of a white female. As his yellow eyes swept over the crashing waves rolling against the shore, he looked forward to the potential challenge such a training ground could offer. But first he had to plead his case. Positioned a respectful length away from the borders, his deep baritone broke through the air. Stormrift had a visitor.