Stavanger Bay like a sandbox

"Sir Mordred Pendragon, but just Mordred is fine." He responded respectfully to the darker clad male. Something about this male reminded him of the new breed of noblemen that were beginning to emerge at the end of King Arthur's reign: soft-paws they called them; dandies. Wolves born to families with long lines of warriors and knights, who ride off of their ancestors' success. He didn't want to fall into any biases, but something about him made Mordred draw the comparison.

"Are you new here?" He inquired, wondering if he would find any commonplace in between them in their newness in the Bay pack.