Stavanger Bay Running Towards a Place

His question was answered succinctly. Tahoe's brow furrows slightly, mulling over the wolf's words. The initial prediction he made was proven correct—this wasn't neutral land. McBride inferred that this man had to be the leader, indicated by his choice of wording. Indeed, he and his group had chosen a stunning place to call home. The bay could provide food, as well as many other treasures. Though not accustomed to seafood, he was never much of a picky eater. Advancing his skills in catching such prey would be useful in the long run.

I see. How many follow you? He inquired.