Stavanger Bay A Mile Step By Step

Phox hadn't wanted to be pushy, and frankly he was still getting his bearings in this new territory. He had lived on a plateau before, and he had lived near the ocean, but the two at once were a bit of a mind boggling experience. He couldn't help but think of Niamh whenever he saw the ocean, not to mention the children who had been raised by somebody else right under his nose for so long. Phox wondered if and when the subject would come up, but he reminded himself it would all happen naturally as they got to know one another.

He step-step-hopped his way down the plateau, making his way through the forest before emerging onto the sandy bay. It was chilly, and the wind from the ocean never truly stopped. He had learned that while living on the island with Maegi and her companion, and again when he had visited poor, sweet Caracal and his children. Phox wondered how Heda and the children were doing now, but he didn't really have the urge to find out if it was only going to be more bad news. He was so, so tired of bad news. Perhaps that was why Heph was so appealing: she was a breath of fresh air with no ties to anybody he really knew.

Hey there, he said as he approached, his tail wagging gently behind him. You rang?