Stavanger Bay First Dip

His stoic facade broke down ever so slightly, his brows pinching, lips tightening into a frown. He let out a low rumble, flicking his tail dismissively. "Then, this pack is a waste of my time." He stated coldly. Let them fall, be washed away back into the see from whence they came. 

Out of his peripheral vision, he saw the male turn to leave, stating he was on his way to seek out a more fitting stronghold. Yanna only nodded, making no move to follow. "Best of luck to you, then." He would forge his own path. Knock on the doorsteps of other packs. Learn about them. One, from word of mouth alone was already tempting him. Turning away, he began his journey back inland.