Stavanger Bay like a sandbox

Krikor had little experience hunting fish and other marine prey. Most of his life had payed out in forests where the only abundant prey was ungulates and various smaller mammals. Occasionally if the salt and pepper male felt up to the task, a bird.

When a silver packmate dropped his fish and greeted him, the ebony wolf stood up and dipped his neat head in respect. "Pleasure is all mine. I am Krikor. Your name is?" The inky wolf inquired curiously. The male in front of him was a good bit taller, and muscular, than Kirkor. The stranger's eyes shined a bright silver contained by a darker shade. His fur changed from an ashen shade to a brighter gunmetal color. He was a rather handsome wolf to say the least. The salt and pepper male envied his piercing eyes.