Stavanger Bay i'm a man who drinks tea

deirdre lurked on the outer reaches of donnelaith, collecting herbs to bring to doe who had aided her in her own time of need. betwixt her jowls was just that, and she moved with grace toward the bay. though she intended to call for doe herself, the outline of another caught her emerald eye. the wolf watched the sea, near to the sentinels who watched him alongside the forests witch. the ethereal she-wolf placed the herbs by her paws, and then took to watching the ocean as well for a moment.