Stavanger Bay this is the life

Exploring whatever remains of Vindur Break Meadow. AW!

The earth was a little bit chewed up in the heart of the bay, which would have saddened Saskia had she known of it's former beauty. There were no fresh flowers springing to life here; the trees were twisted in some places, fallen in others, and it looked as drab and depressing as any of the other areas the Stavanger wolves lay claim to. Still, she hoped to pick through the dirt for something. Flowers, maybe. Or herbs, if she could find them.

Saskia had always had a knack for finding plants, as much as it bored her. With her nose down, attention rapt upon the foreign soil, she probed and sniffed and pawed. Creeping along a fallen tree (which was in prime condition leading up to the storm until it had been ripped free of its moorings), Saskia became engrossed in the study of the tree's bark. There was some lichen growing near the base, where the roots sprawled in an exposed heap, and she was curious about it.

The air turned suddenly cold, though. A brief breeze from off of the sea perhaps - it rose up and caught in the scruff of her neck, wrapping a scarf of brine about her shoulders and causing her to hunch down in surprise.