Stavanger Bay And the poets are just kids who didn't make it

The grey wolf listened as Aria explained her worries, not asking who Casmir was. Maybe a friend, or maybe more than that. Either way, Casmir's disappearance seemed to affect this she wolf. He remembered his last encounter with her, as she needed a break from her home. So James assumed that she knew why he left. 


 Letting the silence hang for a moment, he began. "It seems you want to speak with him," he pointed out. James would've waited for her response, but then he thought again of this situation. "Would you like it if I went to find him?" he offered Aria.

 Now he had followed the snowy wolf's gaze onto the tide, watching as the water crashed against the sand relentlessly.