Stavanger Bay Running Towards a Place

ironclan was in it's early days; nothing more than a fledgling and a few bricks lain upon earth tilled for the sowing. perhaps wintersbane should've been more territorial as the stranger strides towards him, meeting him halfway. alas, he was not. could not muster the appropriate aggression and hostility that would take form into an entity all its own once ironclan had more besides him and umbra; and it would bleed into the sentinels as his chosen hunting grounds for them when fish, seal and woodland critters ceased to be sustainable.

the markings are mine, wintersbane's chin lifts; slightly. i and those who follow me, are laying claim to this bay.