Stavanger Bay If it wiggles and it jiggles and it says boo

Before Krikor had joined the Bay there had been many events that had caused turmoil. So many deaths in such a short amount of time could shake almost any strong hold. The Bay remained strong even after all of these events. Krikor had joined after the dust had settled. These shockwaves of death seemed to bring most of the wolves closer to each other.

When the ebony wolf heard Thistle calling out, speaking of some sort of party, he responded quickly. Grabbing a lone hare, that he was going to eat later, Krikor went off towards the direction of the petite wolf's howl. Upon arrival at the meeting grounds Krikor noticed two wolves he had never met before, and his female alpha. Walking gracefully over to the Thistle he laid the hazel hare in the pile of dead flesh.

Seeing that Thistle had dyed her fur the male chose to follow in her footsteps. Taking some dark blood red dye Krikor painted three lines on ether sides of his cheeks. The male also died one ring of ruby around his left paw. Walking back over to the stock of flesh the swarthy male took half of a large fish and laid down on the cold dirt. Krikor slowly consumed the fresh fish as he waited for more of his pack mates to arrive to the gathering.