Ankyra Sound Thank God for the haters

velen too had seen the gull, and the sight of it frustrated him. to be so free, not tied to the whims of a pack that couldn’t keep its leader straight, but one that had offered them solace all the same — he was annoyed, perturbed, wary. 
the others felt like strangers, and while that suited velen just fine, his children were older now. how would they thrive in a place of shadows?
restless, he went off to the shoreline under pretense of hunting, and there he paced despondently until the sight of a man he had not before seen caught his eye. sighing, velen opted to approach halfheartedly, hoping to extend some offer of friendship to one who was surely his packmate.