Stavanger Bay like a sandbox

"I was born a few hundred clicks north from here. A place called the black hills. It's a lot different from here." Krikor replied with a sullen voice. The Black Hills is a landlocked territory filled with lush forests of evergreen and delicious trees. It was a place where the prey was plentiful and the wolves were strong. Their ability to withstand months of chilling snow and harsh conditions was what separated the weak from the strong.

The Black Hills was a place where the weak could not survive. The frail were not tolerated inside the packs. You carried your own weight or you were dropped and left to fend for yourself. "Where is it you are from Mordred." Krikor inquired to his packmate.