The god was indeed a long way from home. Where ever home was. But he cared not, he was looking for wolves preforming rituals. The more he attended, the greater his pwer became, and right now, he wasn't too powerful. He needed a ritual to preform any of his powers. He frowned deeply and then realised his paws where getting wet.
With a glance down, he realize he had wandered all the way to where the waves met the sand. He furrowed his brow and gazed at the blue waves. Another gods doing. A god whose powers were stronger and more stable, he thought.
Then another thing hit him. This territory must belong to the Pirates. He had heard word of them on the wind, and from wolves he ran into in his wanderings. Pirates who believed in nothing but their Queen. Those who worshiped no one. He knew he would get no power from these lowly beings. Pirates had no customes, or traditions... He was powerless here, and felt his powers starting to fall into dormancy once more.
