Stavanger Bay and the rich golden hum

yay!! i added alamar to the pledged list <3

in ironclan’s current state, attempting to define what was trespassing and what was not was …not easy. fresh borders were being lain but without the might of a pack behind it seems silly to be a boar about it. with majority of the borders still yet to be mapped out and marked, interlopers were going to happen. as this wasn’t his first rodeo with attempting to form a pack, wintersbane is well aware of what to expect during the process and while he couldn’t account for everything he had a fairly good idea of how he was going to handle these incidents.

shit

he might’ve not even heard the interloper if not for the hiss of the word. head lifts from the rippling water’s edge; polar gaze surveying the thick cluster of ashtrees closest. a shadow — of what he thinks is such — slinking in the tangling limbs. wintersbane takes a few steps in that direction, posture tense but not hostile.

i know you’re there. ominous perhaps ( but not threatening ), but ‘hello’ seemed a bit too casual for the circumstances.