Stavanger Bay generations

Massaraq slowed as he approached, not wishing to intrude upon a den but curious all the same. His pace halted for a moment at the growl and display of the pup. His lips twitched - after all he knew that he must have been similar when he was small and already that time felt so far away when in truth it had been mere months in difference. When the other pup fell over he took another tentative step forward. "Are you okay?" His eyes peered over but it seemed as if no massive harm had been done.

Crouching down to be less intimidating and closer to eye level he spoke deliberately, voice bright, speaking simply. "Errr I'm a friend, from nearby." He was not sure if these wolves were Moontide's neighbors or even if they counted among that broad category of family but at the very least it was true he meant them no harm so friend would have to do for now.