Stavanger Bay we are all just stars that have people names

The pearly woman had nodded in answer to his question. This was good, he concluded with a shadow of a smile curling his dark lips. His gaze travelled to the waters again and he could feel the familiar tug in his chest as he watched the lapping waters. It pushed and pulled against his body, luring him towards the deeper dangers of her sink. The love that she shared for her forests was strong, and if he were to know about her drawing to the wooded area, perhaps he would have asked about it; to understand the kind of fervor but for something other than the sea. It was – in that moment – completely foreign to him. His children would know the ocean as he did, and so would the pack that he would form. Their bodies would be stronger for it. They would know battle from underneath the waves, as most wolves did not.
 
Swiveling his ears atop his skull, the dark wraith motioned with his muzzle towards the sudden drop that would occur before them. It was an area of the ocean that he favored greatly. There was nothing that could compare to the security of land being ripped from underneath you. “Under the water is different. Similar but not the same,” he spoke almost reverently of the experience. “You will move slower until you learn to use the water to your advantage. You must be aware of the sea at all times. She changes,” he huffed quietly, dark russet eyes following the vast expanse of blue water.
 
“Try to lower your head under and open your eyes to adjust to the salt.”