The Sentinels same old lessons

no worries! <3

kjalarr's patience was hard won; costing him many of the scars that liter his body. in his youth: he would've rushed her with hackles raised and teeth bared. while he was prickly over the neighboring territories of stavanger bay — old instincts died hard — he was old enough to know better and more than old enough to know when to pick his battles. he wasn't the young gun he'd been. he was entering into his patriarchal days ( or, perhaps had entered? ) and the dusk of his life. petty battles were left for the young and their lessons to be learnt.

my bay, kjalarr explains with patience. stavanger bay. he gestures towards it with a motion of his scarred muzzle. it is where my clan has built it's home.