Stavanger Bay I got that lava flow.

For @Charon !

Despite the arrival of spring, the air was cold. The cold seeped in to him through his toes, blustered his body as it rolled upon the wind, and made travel uncomfortable. Had Fossil known that the beach would be a less-than-ideal route of travel, he would've avoided it; but the potential of finding something edible along the shore was what brought him here. He lingered on the sand for a few hours, tracing a lazy route towards a cluster of faraway rocks where gulls roosted. But the tide was coming in, and his route was cut off. So, to make up for this blunder, he just gave up - and headed for some distant trees, where he could find cover for the rest of the day. At the very least, the forest wouldn't be cold. He noodled around the edge of the tree line for a solid thirty minutes, taking a wizz, scratching the dirt out of frustration, and then began to work his way in through the trees.