Stavanger Bay Testing Poisoned Waters <IC Joining>

The sea air was something that the salt and pepper pelted wolf hadn't felt before. It was salty and warm. A lot different from the wind that rustled through pine trees, over hot springs, down snow covered mountains, and then found it's way to wolves in the north. Krikor remembered clearly what the wind tasted like as he crouched down hiding himself from an elk herd when he was younger.

Krikor had always been one to charm the pants off of any unsuspecting wolf. Although he couldn't seem to charm his old alpha, Senzo, into letting him stay with his birth pack. Long story short after fornicating with Senzo's mate he was caught and banished from his birth pack. The charcoal male did miss his family from time to time. He knew it was better for everyone if he left and started anew.

Four months later the male wound up on the coastline of the Teekon Wilds. The only exciting part about the bay was a cliff that hung over the beach, whose presence was covered by the smells of pack wolves. After spending a sufficient amount of time watching the waves brush past his paws the male decided to follow the scents up to the cliff.

Traveling towards the cliff Krikor found himself on the edge of a small forest. Its contents consisted of various types of ancient trees. The scent of wolves was strong at this point. Being a wolf who was accustomed to pack life he knew it was best if he stayed on the outside of their territory. He was a stranger and he didn't want to cause any trouble. The male was genuinely curious if the pack was accepting new members. Placing his toned backside on the cold forest floor the male lifted his salt and pepper colored head and let out a beckoning call to the wolves of the cliff.