Stavanger Bay Everyone knows how to fish...right?

The blue eyes shewolf fold her legs into a seated position and he briefly looks to her before shifting his own starlike gaze to the ocean. The waves moving against the shore put him in a trance and his ears cup towards her as she begins talking. He gives a soft laugh at her starting sentence — same. 

“My story is much the same.” He offers. “Except my pack got eradicated by humans. I woke up here after it happened.” He doesn’t have pity in the words related to his most recent past. Merely stating a fact. 

Then he offers her a small smile and his eyes aren’t as dim as when he speaks of his previous pack. “You’re not wrong.” Comes his reply.