Stavanger Bay hung upon the crescent moon

She had claimed the bay as well as a lone woman could hope to.   She traipsed through the cove with a clipped, graceful stride and a confidence that was unmatched, her scent permeated the territory in and out, and her salt crusted withers rose at those who dare come too close.

There was a telling difference between the bay and a true claim other than the lack of numbers; despite showing obvious signs of residence, there was no effort made to mark its borders. The sea had gifted the whitesand shores and its bountiful resources to the cocoa-dusted sovereign, yet she had no desire to stake her claim here without having to see what the rest of these new lands yielded.

For now, the sea witch took to fishing.  Though she was filled with slow-burning ambition, Izel knew she would have to recover from her travels to succeed.  Spry brown form could be seen slipping in and out of the waves before she emerged victorious with a large trout.  She placed the spotted creature between her thin front wrists and splayed her sand-packed toes, then began to srip the carcass of its meat.

A wolf slunked along the waters as an orange gaze burned with desire at the sea. Her pelt soaked with water as the smell of salt was strongly potent. It wasn't only the sea that gave such a scent, as the sticky waters closely clung to her damp white mane that dripped downward in an awkward fashion. Her normally thick pelt and unusual mane heavily weighed down, showing the muscles that been carved throughout Norsamu's years. It was clear the lass had taken a swim earlier and had yet to dry off, she seemed uncaring by the wide grin that struck on her face. Though along her darkened maw was the barely noticable shade of scarlet, it occasionally dripped into the sand, dying the beauty of brown into a faint red with each droplet.

"A fine dine." She had a pleased grin plastered on as her tongue lapped around the red, enjoying the metallic tang.  There were a few scattered scales that clung to her- she had quite a messy feast before taking a walk. Norsamu caught a fish in a few moments prior and quickly scarfed it down, she thought due to this there was a smell of fish. Though she was not alone in these lands, as the lass could see from afar a figure that squated down while she strolled along the beach. She could see a jaw widen to take a chunk out of something, and assumed it was a sea dweller enjoying a feast.

Uncaring if the opponent was hostile or not, she called out in a friendly manner, "ahoy! Fine day for a snack, aye?"