The Sentinels barren summits

kjalarr is not surprised to hear that wolves have claimed the islands and the cliffs as their homes — though it is news, nevertheless. he keeps to his section of the coast, comforted by the lack of neighbors competing for resources. i suppose it must be, the northman replies with a soft, contemplative hum. i was born in stavanger bay, kjalarr offers as if it explained his attraction to the coast. perhaps, in many ways, within it's simplicity: it did.

it's not, really. we are still a pack. i just choose to call it clan, kjalarr explains with a lofty shrug of broad shoulders. i cannot speak for any of the others packs as i am not familiar with them.