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While the Nord may have appeared to belong to the sands and the sea, he had never been graced with knowing how to call such a terrain his home. It was with wonderment that he stared into the rolling swell of ocean water, holding him rooted to his place for a short period of time before he was able to continue forward. Wanderlust had opened his eyes to many things that were not the northern tundra where he had hailed from. The longing for the frigid wastes of Jorrvaskr still lingered on in his chest, but Kodlak knew he was destined to stretch beyond what he knew.
 
The other wolf caught his attention once he had turned back to his path. The Nord froze his tracks for a moment before continuing along, keeping his posture friendly and lacking aggression. The saline breeze pulled at the dusty coat along his back, spraying him with a fresh line of sea water that reached down to his pink flesh. A shiver stretched down the length of his burly frame. “Greetings,” the Wuuthrad barked to the stranger up ahead.