The Great Unknown (Joining Pack)

A bitter wind tugged forcefully at the man's black pelt like an entity pushing him along his journey. Tortuga had little traffic and it had become a priority to branch out to grow it's numbers. A few yards from himself was the body of another, walking with struggle against the wind. The man's pace would slow, his cold gaze widening to analyze the stranger which seemed a bit shaken by his surroundings. A friendly bark would rumble from the man's chest as the distance between the pair closed. Once about two strides apart the man's gait would cease and his crown would fall in a form of greeting. Deteste, Master of Tortuga. I assume you are not here looking for a fight? He would inquire with a friendly chuckle.