Stavanger Bay For fortune and fame you're secure of

since a couple were recently in the bay <3 he knows nothing aside from that someone(s) was there!

Dante growled lightly with concern as he stared down the coast, the scent of loners yet again peppering the beach.  He'd made a point to saunter down this patch of coast ever since Ragnar's daughter had, in his mind, threatened the security of their position.  This area seemed to get some traffic, and he worried further.  If these wolves were hers, and intended to return, he would need to greet them in a way that made clear they could not remain.

But perhaps they simply were vagrants passing through, close to home but not close enough to merit violence.  So long as they steered clear of the forests and didn't take to the surrounding beaches he had no beef with loners.  His ears twitched as he tuned into the sound of the waves, and some of his tension slipped away.  No use fretting over what he could not yet know.  Still.... Nose down, he followed the scent a ways.  It would not last far, but perhaps long enough to at least ensure him whoever was here was present no longer.