Stavanger Bay We're all we need

She didn't need to be told twice. Wildfire eagerly trailed after him as he led the way toward the waves licking their way up the wet sands. The instant the water nipped at her toes, she felt a little thrill shoot through her. It was partially due to the cold, though mostly it was the exhilaration of wading into the sea. She thought briefly of her Uncle Papa Pan as she took a few steps forward, walking until the water swirled around her red ankles.

Without thinking, the young she-wolf dipped her head down toward the water for a taste. Despite the briny scent in the air, she didn't realize she was standing in saltwater. The instant her tongue broke through the foam, however, she realized her mistake. She let the water dribble back out of her mouth, her lips puckering after she washed the salt from her lips with a sweep of her tongue.

"I didn't realize it was so salty," she sheepishly said to Floki, coughing slightly at the flavor that lingered in her mouth. "I need a drink of water after that drink of water," she quipped, moving back toward him and swiping a paw to fling a little bit of the cold water in his direction.