Stavanger Bay Too Many War Wounds, Not Enough Wars

It had been over a month since Aria had come to Donnelaith and she still hadn't really been to the beach. She'd been once or twice to hunt but never had she gotten to truly enjoy the beauty. In an attempt to get away from Behati and all the drama that surrounded her, she decided to go today. Picking up a small piece of half-eaten meat from the cache, probably left-over deer from the smell of it, the white princess made her way towards the Bay. 

When she arrived, she took in the saltier air in a deep breath and relaxed herself on the sandy/snowy ground- it needed to make up it's mind. She stared into the waters and smiled contently. It was so beautiful, she felt so at ease. This was, until the salty air took on the scent of another, and she scolded herself for not noticing at first. Did she want to be brutally murdered? The answer was no. Pay attention, moron. She looked to her left and saw the figure of a darker gray male, and her gaze narrowed with caution. Who was he? Would he hurt her? Did he notice her? She picked up the meat and stood, ready to defend herself or to move away from him. 

Or maybe he was friendly, she didn't know.