Stavanger Bay Waking the lions in me

Hearing the summoning, Zig walked from the ocean, shaking his fur out once he reached the shore. The call sounded important, so he wasted no time heading to its source.

When he arrived, it was to find only Rosalyn. None of his other packmates had made an appearance yet, it seemed. He trotted forward and sat in front of the female, offering her a greeting nod and his usual lopsided grin, and waited for the others to turn up.