As you wake, you look from the cove's entrance across the water to the other islands that surround your home. The smell of the salt and the trees, the sound of the birds and the pups waking and playing all remind you that this is the territory your pack calls home.
As the leader howls a morning roll call, you are instinctively compelled to respond. Your chieftain is why you are here, why you thrive in this uncommon homeland. It is to him and his mate you are loyal. You fight, hunt and live by their graces, obediently awaiting their orders and their praise.