Stavanger Bay TiP TOE WiNG iN MY JAWWDiNZ

Doe let out a sigh as she watch the young girl bounce down the side of the cliff, her tiny wolf body a prick of tang against a drab, grey background. And, true to the Cairn name, she was headed straight for the virulent blues waves. The red woman stood ready to intercept her daughter, but still, she did not interfere with her wandering. Perhaps it was reckless of her, but she had a strong desire to see what would happen when the little spark met with the salty sea.