Stavanger Bay Whale Watch

Recognition on his part prompted a soft nod. "Formerly of the Sunspire.." she corrected in good humor. She twitched her tail. "Of Moonspear, now." After, she watched his expression, curious to see if it registered as familiar as well. How far had word spread? The Sunspire had always seemed to stay hidden so she'd never expect news of their absence to get around quickly. This was a good test of it and after all, she did hold the Plateau and its wolves in an esteem few could ever hope to gain of her.. even with her fellow alpha's sour spot for them.

"Most likely," she agreed. A reasonable hypothesis considering she'd seen so few creatures transitioned from sea to earth in all her years here. "So very few can go both places, and for good reason." Nature had likely needed to specialize fiercely in order to make for a powerful ocean-dwelling predator. Just as she, or any other inhabitant of the top of the terrestrial food chain, would fail miserably hunting under the waves.

 She still had many questions -- chiefly, what killed with such abandon then just let its spoils wash ashore like this? But such was the ocean itself. The mystery of it simultaneously unnerved and fascinated her in a very precise way. "Have you tasted sea beasts like those before?" she asked, curious. Despite her brief stint as a beach scavenger, her experience was mainly with smaller finds, although she wondered if it was similar to sea lion.