Stavanger Bay like a sandbox

It hadn't been long since the salt and pepper faced male had joined the ranks of the Bay wolves. The territory was to his liking. It was vast and had various types of ecosystems within. He spent most of his beginning days exploring the land and getting familiar with the Bay. Krikor had hunted only a few times, leaving a couple of rabbits in the pack cache. He trotted alone the border most of his days, making sure his scent was among the pack's.

Krikor had only met the two leaders of the Bay. His first impression of both wolves was positive. The ebony male knew better than to mess with Ragnar. The snowy furred male would not hesitate to kill. Maybe it was a bluff but Kirkor would not do anything to find out. Thistle on the other hand was soft, but not a push over. The petite female chose to speak only when the time was right. She was a wolf of few words but she still left a strong impression on the male.

The handsome male had chosen to keep to himself for the past few days. The beach was a spot in which he hung out most often. Today, in the cool fall air, the male sat upon the sandy beach. Krikor let the waves roll up and onto his lower body. The swarthy wolf lifted his head and let the wind run through his well kept face.