Stavanger Bay you haven't felt my wrath until you've felt my hands on your chest

@Erzsébet - set after 'phas visits donnelaith? or something.

she had spent the night in stavanger bay's fold, nosing the abandoned cache that had once fed her. it was a strange and foreboding feeling that flooded her -- here she stood in a ghost town's footprints, the sole survivor. the sea strummed besides her as it always had, but ragnar's fold was long disappeared.

she trailed along the coast and a remorseful and bitter feeling suddenly seized her as she came upon the spot where she had first met kevlyn. her slender muzzle and wet nose ran along the ground as she traced the ghost-memory physically, her eyes stopping fearfully where the piteous form of kevlyn had once been. with a shriek of anger she struck the spot and started digging furiously -- for what, she didn't know.