Stavanger Bay this is the life

The wind whipped by her, and Saskia shivered. She bowed to it like a reed to the storm; but as the air began to calm, a soft scent was brought to her attention. It wasn't altogether foreign - just as foreign as any other wolf here - but it was familiar. Likely something that lingered throughout the territory. With her interest caught, she began to explore through the depths of the meadow (or rather, what was left of it). When she came upon a petite woman who looked simultaneously at home and lost, somber and reflective, she gave a coy pause.