Stavanger Bay intergraation

Its fine, :)

The moon shone down on the agouti captive, making his brown fur shine bronze. Once again, he was staring at the ink-black sky, at the stars that twinkle across the sky. They were free, and he wasn't. But that wasn't all he was thinking about, he had lost his pride and wasn't going to get it back anytime soon. Best try to be nice to anyone that comes here, he did not wish to add another punishment to the list.

A faint gust of wind brought a new scent over, one of Stavanger Bay and young. The scent of the pack though, was rather new. So it was a newcomer then, hopefully not here to torment him. Though it was rather curious, most would not be awake at such an hour, especially not a yearling.

"Hello," he called out, gaze still on the ink-black sky, the only light from the moon and the stars.