Stavanger Bay I'm not playing anymore now i'll win

maybe his dad @Ragnar but anyone is welcome.

Tveir woke up as his mother left the den to go on a run. He followed her out and watched to make sure she was alright. She was just running along the beach. Content in his thoughts that she was fine, he began to stretch. He was finding his body needed stretched in the morning as he grew longer limbs, and his weight went up. He was now literally half the size of his mother. Granted his mother wasn't exactly a large wolf. He was tallish, but he held more weight than most. His was stocky build, he weighed in around 40 pounds, his mother was maybe 60-75 he was a terrible judge of size, but he knew he was getting close to his adult size. He shifted and trotted towards the outskirts of the bay, intent to look around. Maybe he'd find something worth looking into.

He was a quiet youth, being much more introspective than his sister and his brother. Granted though his sister was a bit of a spotlight hog, he had realized that the night of the festival, she wanted all the pride for herself. Not that it bothered him, on the contrary, it meant he didn't have to try as hard.

He continued on and walked the borders sniffing here and there to try and find scents that he knew and some he didn't he was memorizing. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do yet, he knew he was going to go for Warrior apprenticeship, that much he was certain of, the other two he wasn't sure. He thought about outrider, but he didn't much like leaving the bay, preferring to be at home than away, but he supposed he could get to see new sights and learn new things that way.

He lifted his steely gray gaze and looked around, his small muzzle in the air as he sniffed trying to learn the scents of the land so he could remember. He wished there was an apprenticeship just for tracking.