Stavanger Bay Gone with the wind

"I understand," Floki said as Alastor excused himself. "Safe travels," he called, his voice carrying on the salty breeze. He stood with his paws sinking into the cold sand until Alastor had disappeared from view, then then he turned to glance at the ocean. It had no advice to offer him; it just continued to churn stoically, the ebb and flow of its waves never ending.

Before returning home, Floki decided to scour the beach quickly for any sign of Aesop's presence. When he found none, he started the trek home.