Stavanger Bay We're all we need

She shot one final glance over her shoulder, watching as Niki galloped away in the same general direction Dante had gone, before facing forward again. Floki led her along the sandy strand, walking parallel with the ocean but just out of reach of the roiling surf. Ahead, she could see some jutting cliffs that formed a sort of barrier at the bay's furthest reaches.

He mentioned climbing them to check out the view, although it sounded like he would rather stick to the beach. "Next time," Wildfire said softly, turning to smile at him and closing her eyes against the cold, salty breeze that whipped around them. "Is it weird that I love the cold?" she murmured, the corners of her mouth upturned and her eyes still shut as she leaned into the wind. "Because of my name and stuff?" she elaborated, popping open one eye to squint at Floki.

But they weren't here to talk about her peculiar preferences. "When I met your mom, she mentioned sea lions. Any chance we'll catch a glimpse?" she wondered. Wildfire wasn't sure whether or not she hoped to see one. They sounded a bit terrifying and definitely dangerous. But they also intrigued her, these bears (or lions, rather) of the sea.