Stavanger Bay Swearing Fealty

@Ragnar

He deemed himself well enough. Sure he occasionally coughed up blood along with flem, but he could run for a prolonged distance and he had caught a hare for himself not too long ago. He was well enough to serve a pack.

The Dread Knight stood in the captive's hold; Bandingjar Halda as the Norse wolves called it. For the moment Mordred was the only inhabitant, but the scents that still lingered told him that there have been many others before him, some recently. The dark gray male tipped his head back and called for the alpha before tucking his tail across his legs as he waited.