Stavanger Bay dreaming of screaming

So it did lead to the sea, didn't it. 
She had followed the river, as it left behind her Isle home and departed northward. At the borders, she had howled to tell the rest of their ragtag group of her intentions and had set off without further notice. Though a collected and confident creature, she harboured a secret love for exploration, for questions that needed solving. So her paws had led her across plain and woodland until she had reached the sea. She had then headed east, skirting around a pack's land and making note of it's location. Finally, she had reached a bay, made a sparkling canvas by the still and undisturbed sky above. 

The sea was a beautiful creature, a temperamental one at that, but tonight it was at peace with the world and lay still in ist's constraints. And so the night sky, a dazzling patchwork of stars coupled with sky as dark as the pelt of many a wolf, lay reflected. With that thought in mind, her roaming gaze sought a patch of inky sky at the beach, though this one did not reflect in it the stars above. As this was a perfect night, one that seemed to speak to her as had the woods of Blackfeather so many weeks ago, she approached with no ill intentions. She stilled her paws a short distance from the black-clad creature, chuffing a quiet greeting as her steel eyes sought out the bay.