Stavanger Bay We read the wind and the sky

A part of Prialux's heart was instantly drawn into the sea, and there it would remain. She wanted to dash out and touch the waves, but was deterred by Murgash's sudden voice behind her. She turned her head over a thinly crafted shoulder and regarded his patchy visage, then whipped her gaze back around to the glimmering ocean. "Yeah!" she agreed instantly. How could there be anything more beautiful than that? Prialux thought that Amara was quite beautiful, but Amara was her mom so that was a given, and didn't span hundreds of thousands of miles, anyway.

They reached the sand and Prialux, taken with the funny way it felt between her toes and the way her paws seemed to slip and slide on it, splayed her limbs out and barked jovially at Murgash. She played for what felt like an impossibly short time before someone else came to join them on the beach. This newest wolf reminded her of Banner, only a bit larger, far more masculine, and very rogueish.

She had yet to meet any wolf so rugged that had posed her any threat, and didn't yet know to feel either awe or fright when beholding Skellige. She was yet too young to be naturally cautious of creatures that looked harsh like he did. Her eyes went to the light marks that adorned his ribs automatically, drawn by the contrast, as the jet black man lobbed a question at Murgash. Ever cheerful and full of life, and also a little bit shy, Prialux craned her head back to stare up at his chin as she uttered a chipper but quiet, "hi!"