Stavanger Bay we are dogs of the sea

The two passed through the bay at a careful pace, and Ford did what he could to allow the newcomer to see all that she would need in order to familiarize herself with the location. He was certain that she would get to know the bay well enough in her stay there. Most of the others had already found their own secret places of pleasure. He too had several of his own that he had not yet shared with the rest of the group; it was good to have areas of seclusion, he felt. Their claim was broad enough that they had room to roam. He hoped that it meant there would be no feelings of wanderlust after having been there for a month or so.
 
As they trekked along, the woman inquired about their culture. Ford turned his attention to her with a soft smile and nodded his head. “No secrets,” he assured her with a deep chuckle. “We’re intended to grow beyond weakness here. The wolves of Stormrift are capable but are pushed to overcome the areas where they are not as strong as they would think. I have designed the ranks to be divided into intellectual pursuits and physical pursuits, though one is never favored over the other,” he explained carefully, casting his mismatched gaze toward her to make sure that she followed what he was saying.
 
“Our children will be tested, and all members of the pack will know their own test when that time comes. We are meant to eliminate fear of the unknown and fear of weakness. In doing this, the storm will bless us and mark us as capable.”
 
There was more, of course – there would always be more. The rest, he knew that she could discover as her time moved forward within the pack. He did not wish to overload her with information on their traditions before she had a chance to settle into her place. The pack would grow together and they would learn the ways of the rift together; he would have it no other way.