Dragoncrest Cliffs The Sea Whispers, and I heed her call.

@Erzulie

Gunnar picked his way along the bluffs with trepidation. It had been so long since he had asked to join a pack. And truth be told, could he even cut it. He was old, and tired, his body no longer young. Many would see that and throw him away purely on principle.

But many did not know him. Did not know that he had cut his eyeteeth on battle. Had learned to speak a harsh language all his life, to prove that he was strong and he was brave and he was a Viking. His knowledge of herbs that his mother had passed on to him could help in a pinch, and though he was old and tired, he was not yet dead. 

He still had a few years left in his soul. Perhaps, he hoped at least. With these thoughts upon his brow, he lifted his muzzle to the sky and sounded out a gentle request. His voice carrying over the coast. He had always had a boisterous voice, why not use it.