Stavanger Bay You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it.

The other male replied he was settling in, and that their territory was beautiful. Beric nodded in agreement, then gave him a knowing look, Is that why you risked your life to come here? He had a hint of a smile on his face, letting him know he was joking around. Really, though, Beric did want to know how the male ended up here. What happened, anyways? He figured the male had trespassed, but couldn't be entirely sure. It was possible he offended Ragnar in some other way.

What's your name? he asked, trying to make conversation. In realty, Beric was much better at chasing off intruders than he was making friends. He was just an awkward sort of wolf when it came to socializing, and who said the wrong thing nine times out of ten. His intent was always well-put, even if it didn't come out that way.