Stavanger Bay You Win or You Die

Arrluk's muzzle lifts to the salty winds. Another deep breath. He smelt seal in thr distance and with it, the scent of another wolf, one which was familiar to him. He saw her there staring back at him down the coastline. A dark cinnamon and sienna wolf, fashioned with a black mask and eyes piercing yellow toward him. The sea-green and deep blue of his own stared back. 

Sobeille.. He greets her by name and lowers his head between his limbs, tail swaying behind him softly. Sobeille was a woman who commanded respect and so he would give it to her. He only hoped that she wouldn't squander the good manners given to him. It is good to see your face. The words of his mother spoken as he draws nearer into her direction.