Stavanger Bay thorwald's cross

@Doe

When she had first laid eyes upon the secluded shoals of Stavanger Bay it was not from the cliffs but high above on the craggy reaches of Gyrefalcon Keep. But that was more than a year ago now; two if she had hazarded a more accurate guess. But time was irrelevant to the she-wolf; it was simply a measure of day to night and back again. How the heavens moved and quarreled amongst themselves was not an arguement she was beholden to observe. It simply was as it should be.

Today, however, a certain fascination with the ocean and the faintest recollection of the tattered gray-faced stranger spurred her to seek out the borders of the pack that sequestered itself there in her absence. It could be, perhaps, the need to kindle a connection with those of her species once more. Something new. Her home, Broddr's Rise, was gone and the pack dispersed. Winter was near, and she was not yet willing to seek the limits of her own mortality just yet.

The sun-kissed female halted a half-mile from the true border and looked up to an overcast sky. A wind off the sea raked sharply through her fur with the occasional gust. This was no place for the faint-hearted.