Stavanger Bay follow your nose it always knows

There was not much left to the whale. There was a ramshackle arch made of sun-bleached rib bones with several more scattered to the side or leaned against it. In front of them the long and slightly curved jaw. Then a half dozen vertebra. In places dark and rotted sinew hung from the bones. There was so little left that not even the birds paid it heed any more. Nonetheless the scent — despite how faint it was — had drawn him in to investigate. There was perhaps no wolf out there with a keener nose than he, nor one so inclined to be lead by it at a whim. So, with @Kimik in tow, he broke away from the group of Anneriwok to satisfy his curiosity.

Tiriarnaq strolled forward across the beach. The resting gulls parted to let him pass with out quarrel. He went immediately to the arch of ribs and sniffed them at length. Starting at the bottom, he slowly worked his way up to a tough and leathery piece of sinew, which he briefly tugged at before working his way along the threadbare carcass. He shoved his nose into the vertebra, nudging them around, snorting and sneezing as sand tickled his nostrils. He was aware of his sister nearby as he circled and confirmed that there truly was nothing of interest here.

The white wolf sat back on his haunches with a sigh as his eyes combed the bay. The carcass may have been stripped well before his arrival but perhaps there was something else around worth investigation.