Stavanger Bay Running Towards a Place

a confirmation of interest is given and wintersbane offers a small nod of his head in acknowledgement. while it was true that the tundrian is not actively pursuing recruits, he is more than capable of handling them and will not turn them away when they wander his way all the same. we’ll call it ironclan, wintersbane makes a small sweeping motion towards the bay with his muzzle. it will be welcome to all walks of life, to anyone misfit or good-doer with the want to contribute and be taken care of in turn. wintersbane speaks of his ideas; rasping voice low, lulling.

but not necessarily the faint of heart. living by the sea will not always be easy and the wolves of ironclan must have an ironwill; hardy as the sea. it would not be an easy life — but life wasn’t easy and this was something wintersbane learned a long time ago. the sentinels to the west will be our hunting grounds and it’ll be defended as if it’s apart of our own claim. because feeding the clan was one of wintersbane’s top priorities.