Stavanger Bay Gone with the wind

The breeze that flew in from over the sea was different than that of the mountain. It held a salty tang, which he could taste on his tongue and feel stinging his eyes and nose. Suprisingly enough, however, it did not bother him. Once before, he'd lived close to a sea and had ejoyed visiting it with his family. It'd been ages since then, of course, but it still did not lessen his familiarity with the dangerous waters. One wrong move and he'd end up being swept out into deeper waters, carried along by strong currents and dragged below by aggressive undertows. The idea of that happening had often frigthened him as a boy, but now he couldn't help but think of how peaceful it might be. The death would most likely be slow, but the release felt afterwards would be worth it. He would not be tortured by his own mind, all of his decisions would be made for him. It was a simple answer, and one he found himself giving a great deal of thought towards.

With obvious hesitation, his front paw had risen as he'd decided to take a step forward, but it was put right back into its original place in a moment's notice. His brow furrowed as he'd glanced down at his own legs, willing them to move forward, but they refused to answer his silent command. Then there came a chuff, which caught him off guard, and he swirled around with his hackles raised. Having been too caught up within his own mind, Alastor hadn't even heard the younger male's approach. Upon realizing that the boy was of no threat to his safety, the Greek's coat flattened back down, though his demeanor remained standoffish. He was uncertain of the stranger, and rightfully so, but did not feel threatened—for the moment, anyways.

"What brings you here?" he questioned slowly, voice lower than usual. There was a memory present in his mind of a time spent with Aesop, portraying the elder's reasoning for needing to remain closer to his home. He had said that someone within his pack was expecting, and the time passed since then could, perhaps, match the boy standing across from him. He wished to ask, to learn of where his friend might have gone, but decided against it for the time being. It was best to wait, he felt, just in case the male was only passing through and had never even been to the bay before. It would be embarrassing to assume, after all, as well as highly disappointing if it turned out to be true.