Stavanger Bay The sea is my home [IC Joining]

@Ragnar and anybody else that wishes to join! :)

The young white prince stopped in his pawsteps, ears pricked. There was a faint sound of waves crashing against the shore, his usually stern, expressionless face broke into a grin. The sea. Maybe he would find another home soon, one that was near the sjǫ . As soon as the smile appeared, it was gone. Replaced by the same cold, thoughtful expression he always wore. He had been traveling for sometime now, after his father kicked him out of the pack. Where was the family loyalty here? His father probably told the rest of the pack that he had left willingly or he was killed. He had no honor. The white prince walked, determination in every pawstep. The sound of the ocean drew closer and closer, it was night by the time he had arrived at the beach. Although most would find the crashing of the waves against the shore creepy and mysterious in the dark, the young wolf was calmed by it. Able to collect his thoughts about what to do next. The long cut that ran across his flank was red with blood, from a recent fight with another wolf. The ivory prince walked slowly towards one of the border markers, making sure that he was quite a distance away so hopefully he would not aggravate the pack wolves here. He sat down, the moonlight illuminating his white fur, making it glow. He lifted his muzzle into the air and howled, letting the pack wolves know he was there, before twisting around to lick the long cut which would probably eventually become a scar, waiting patiently for anyone to arrive.