Stavanger Bay In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found

| @Umbra, @Anabelle
| Overcast, 36F
| 1:00PM

Sniffing along the borders, the young man (now holy fuck fully grown) was curious about this group that he came across recently. He had never seen the ocean before, it was very different from the Haunted Woods from everything he could sense. The air was strange, the sounds were loud, the prey was... alien-like. He liked the feeling of the sand between his toes, it felt soft despite how frozen it was, he couldn't even imagine how it would feel when warm and moist in the summer heat. 

He wasn't really sure what he was doing to be honest, never had he thought of joining a pack, or how to do so. But it was getting cold... maybe his mind somewhere deep down he was trying to find a place for him and his sister to rest, even if it was temporary. Something was tugging for him to remain here, to wait for someone to come along. No one had taught him to howl for attention. Or the routine of all this. Instead, he just walked along the borders, sniffing... trying to piece this all together like some puzzle with too many missing pieces.