Stavanger Bay Running Towards a Place

sussing out who was interested in having their own part in the foundation of ironclan and who was not was a fairly simple job, all things considered. it was during the dawning hours of a pack’s existence — where it isn’t big enough to be considered an official force but there are enough laying foundation to make a statement — that the mettle of the wolves striving to create something were tested.

like the cliffs that the sea bashes against, whittling it away.

they could stand tall; stalwart. or they would crumble; and this pressure, the whittling hardship of building an empire fit into the theme wintersbane has in mind for ironclan.

perhaps, wintersbane agrees. but the work’ll be worth it in the end. in this, the hale tundrian believes firmly. a flick of his ears is given, gelid gaze studying the stranger anew. yes, wintersbane gives a small pause. might you be interested?