Sequoia Coast to mount olympus

Oops, I wasn't clear. Greyjoy isn't in Ankyra Sound, he's on the coast outside of their area...so closer to Stavanger Bay if you're looking at the map. Sorry!

Greyjoy ran, enjoying the spray of salt water from the waves, the feel of the wet sand between his toes, and the pump of blood through his veins. His breath came harder and faster as he ran, something he was not accustomed to during their long and slow journey. It felt good to stretch his legs. When he looked up, there was another wolf ahead; one that looked familiar, even smelled familiar. Picking up his pace, Greyjoy bounded toward the other with unbridled enthusiasm written on his face and body.

As he approached, Greyjoy realized who the wolf was: "Homeros! he called, slowing down so as not to run into the male, though he kept his joyful movements as he bounded around him like a pup. "Atlas will be glad to see you're here! Have you brought another Nereides adept?" First and foremost on his mind were the Nereides and the pack they were building. It was ever-present, like his ears or fur; something he could not do without. He knew no other way. "How was your journey?"