Stavanger Bay he came and stole the wild

Unbeknownst to Rannoch he had lost both of his parents in one fell swoop today. Perhaps his nativity in the situation led to bliss, even if he hadn’t felt completely happy in quite sometime. He had become quite acclimated to his life in the bay and had even come to accept Skellige, despite the fact that he had been his captor. He had been led to believe that he was amongst Blackrock’s ranks for a reason and it was that reason that kept him from straying.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t want to leave right then and find his family. He fantasized about finding them all the time, almost to an obsessive level. He wondered how they were and what they were doing, he wondered if they were looking for him and if they knew of his destiny with the sea?

He sighed as such thoughts weighed him down on that particular morning. He stalked along the borders, a sigh escaping him as he dutifully walked. He had been putting more of an effort in ensuring the bay’s safety-- especially with younger puppies about-- and made sure to checked the border regularly. Presently, he skirted along the border with Donnelaith with a head heavy with thoughts.