Stavanger Bay Along the water's edge

Pillman was new to this land, he had been traveling for what felt like weeks, his paws were sore, his stomach empty, head spinning, if he kept this up, he'd be nothing but skin and bones in a few days. He was on some shoreline, trying to trace the water to any other source of life; other wolves would probably be based near the water as they could obtain fish with relative ease. 

He looked out to sea, while the sight was beautiful, sitting here walking wasn't going to fill his stomach. Pilman sighed and dragged himself onwards.