Stavanger Bay thrice fooled (joining!)

ooc: B) I believe this is how you do it? Also, it's going to be hard adjusting to past tense again, forgive me if I miss a few! Boy howdy am I rusty.

The sea.

Yes, that was what he needed. The wind in his fur, the sun on his face. He was a tired wolf, you see, and felt older than he was. The change was nice, and already he smelled the salt in the air. All around him, winter marched on with the determination that only the seasons posses. And though his determination was a fair bit lesser, Aesop wanted to live by the sea.

The sea held a certain allure, for him. Something about the vastness, the thrill of the unknown standing just on his doorstep. It was all so... romantic. Yes, that was it. The romance of the open blue, of suns setting on a placid, green ocean. Every good story begins or ends at the ocean. Whether it was the former or the latter that would hold true for him was yet to be seen, but it was Aesop's firm belief that no matter what, his story was a good one.

With a great sense of finality bearing down on his shoulders, Aesop planted himself on the ground a respectable distance from the marked pack borders. He lifted his head skyward and announced his presence and his desire to join them, if they would have him.