Stavanger Bay like a sandbox

Krikor had only heard of kingdoms from folk tales the elders would tell. The royal wolves who ruled over many other wolves. It wasn't like a pack, it was something bigger, and more powerful. Different. The salt and pepper male knew nothing of that life. He never came in contact with wolves from kingdoms so Kirkor was curious. "What was living in a kingdom like?" The male spoke kindly to his packmate.

The ebony wolf also had very little contact with bodies of water during his youth. He grew up next to streams and a large lake, but his pack hardly visited the lake. It was suppository haunted by the souls of the lost wolves. Krkor did not believe it but he chose to stay away from it. Just because it wasn't haunted did not mean it wasn't scary.