Stavanger Bay come wayward souls who wander through the darkness

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The pearl’s voice filled his ears and they swiveled backwards to catch the remainder of his name, and he froze in the tracks he was taking away from the edge of the woods. Furrowing his brows in a tight line over his eyes, the brute thought for a moment not to turn around to face her. His mind was too cluttered with things that he should not share with someone who was getting over the death of a family member. Instead, he craned his skull and peered at her with soulful russet eyes; his expression was troubled. Flicking the tip of his tail as an invite to the woman, he waited to see if she should join him in the sands.
 
Something about being too close to the woodland made him feel constricted, and he did not like it. The beach would clear his mind and give him strength again; the waters would soothe the weary soul that he had carried around for so long. Though the ocean did not truly provide him happiness, it was very close. It was a comfort to him when nothing else was… and when he could not expect the people around him to be. While he would have enjoyed taking solace in the words of the witch of the wood, she was still far too young, and he feared for their future.  

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