Sequoia Coast Birdsong

Though they had established their claim formally, there were still many things to do to keep their pack secure from trespassers. One of those things was marking the borders, which Greyjoy was doing this very morning. However, as he paused after marking a tree, he smelled a stranger on the wind, and followed it to its source.

He happened upon a dark wolf hunting, having just killed a crow. Greyjoy barked in warning then approached, his tail and head erect, his fur bristled. It wasn't necessary to make himself look any larger than he already was, but it wouldn't hurt to be safe. "Are you aware you're trespassing?" he asked simply, his deep voice strong and sure. There was nothing brittle or unsure about Greyjoy Orkwood, and there never would be.