Stavanger Bay silent sleeping indigo

wintersbane takes the lead, keeping his long strides slow for the sake of his companion; in a manner that almost felt like he was giving a tour. perhaps that was the case. perhaps it wasn't; regardless, though interlopers couldn't be stopped in these stages of ironclan's infancy, that doesn't mean he could — or would — allow them free reign of his work-in-progress claim.

her question draws a lifting quirk of wintersbane's lips in subtle amusement. it's a fair question, considering. no. wintersbane rasps the truth like an admittance. not yet, at least. he was not seaborn; and in truth the hale tundrian was more mountain wolf than he was coastal wolf. perhaps once i settle this place i'll call myself a coastal wolf.