Stavanger Bay The sea runners

Memphis gave his undivided attention again to his new source of company, his left ear swerving aptly as an intent display of his listening. He had to make eye contact and visually interpret the movements of the other wolf's lips, but he only fixed his attentive eyes on him for a brief moment; somewhere deep within his acknowledged what wolf instinct told him not to establish eye contact for an extended time, for it was a display of dominance. Despite his partial deafness, Memphis's ear was still able to absorb the identification of the other male, attempting to familiarize his vastly hued pelt to the name spoken of, should it be necessary to recall it upon a later date. His attention was transferred from Tahoe to the agitated waves, settling comfortably into a seated position, his tail curling lithely atop his front paws.

"Not really, I'm merely a traveler that ventured to various places around Teekon Wilds." He spoke, a gentle tone exchanging with the average male, his pools of cinnamon sweeping over the ethereal brightness of the gleaming sand. He mused silently, forming mental images of all his endless travels. Memphis had been wandering from one location to another for most of the time, but he had never set an attainable goal or an objective throughout his entire life. Perhaps once he obtained admission into a pack, he would set his essential goals that would inspire his hopes, master his abilities and gain his knowledge through experience. With enough effort and perseverance, he might achieve it, or he might find something even more rewarding. If ever he became a member of the pack, a certain obligation would ripple down his spinal cord with the same thundering pierce of paralysis out of the temptation to protect the other members, including the precious pups and the entire borders, even if at the potential cost of his life. Pups were always naive creatures, highly dependent upon their mistakes to learn from them and gain experience as pack wolves. Even most adolescents could easily encounter troubling situations due to curiosity, and therefore Memphis would do everything possible to defend all his pack-mates from any major threat. His profound thoughts evaporated in a split instant as he barely moved his skull to the side, eyeing Tahoe through his peripheral vision, noticing his aura of calmness that mirrored his own. "Do you have any intention of joining a pack in the future, Tahoe?" He awaited his response with utmost patience, serenity lacing itself throughout his facial expression.