Stavanger Bay And in the moonlight, all we're wearing is each other.

"I'M BACK, BABY. WHO MISSED ME?! I missed me. I missed the shit out of me."

The confident shout made his head whip in the direction of the call. He didn’t recognize the voice whatsoever. Tahoe had inhabited the bay for a near month, the wolf’s scent was most definitely foreign as well. He wondered why a stranger would choose to announce their presence with such audacity, especially on claimed territory. Though, they sounded like they might’ve had a screw loose anyway, considering their odd choice of a ‘greeting’. Perhaps they knew someone from Ironclan, but he would have to find out. Tahoe hastily started toward the call, eyeing a dark coated wolf up ahead, his hackles bristling.

Who the hell’re you? He demanded brusquely, tail raised.