Stavanger Bay dreaming of screaming

He would be safe here. Unlike the unpredictable tides of the ocean, bay tides were tiny  by comparison. They would not creep upon the shot and claim him in their deadly waters, as would those of Jagoda's love, the sea. The masked wolf was relaxed, the wind gently caressing his fur almost like a mother's soft paw. He had almost fallen into the world of dreams when a soft woof fills his ears, which perked straight up.

He lifted his head and with sleepy eyes looked at the pale female who had approached him. In the night her snowy fur had a ghostly effect, but she wore the face of an angel. Jagoda smiled sleepily and greeted her with a thump of his thick tail. "Hello,miss... What brings you here this evening?" The last note of speech was stretched by  a wide yawn, exposing his fangs and tongue. He closed his maw and smiled at her once more.