Stavanger Bay the mumbling of citadels

For anyone interested in a whale thread along the Stavanger coast!

The hunt continued; the world was soundless entirely now, as the rest of her kin remained far off, as she had willed of them, but the creature found their lack of song... Disconcerting. She probed the deep waters beneath the cliffs with some curiosity, but not with as much vigor as she had patrolled the earlier shore. As she came forth from the depths this time, it was quick, punctuated by another jet of air, but the creature sucked a fresh breath and plunged again quickly, leaving only the flicker of her forked tail to flash white against the sea.

The strangeness of the southern water, this warmer place, was likely making things difficult for her. Granddaughter thought, then, to appeal to her betters — return to the collective, ask the wise ones of days long gone for aid, yet she was a stubborn thing. She would not show them weakness by retreating so soon. This was a time of learning, and perhaps a meal would come as her reward from ch'eni, to whom she was properly devoted.