Stavanger Bay ex's & oh's

Meteora left the growing number of her followers to scout, as she did on occasion— to clear her thoughts, perhaps, though she felt naked and exposed without her sisters alongside her. In this particular case, she did not wish to endanger them. She was curious of the pack that lay beyond the burning forest. They were unlikely to be neighbors, for the Nereides preferred some distance between their borders and those laid by outsiders, but it was wise to know the other families along the coast. It would be useful to know them, come raiding season.

As she neared the ocean's edge along the bay's northern borders, the silver she-wolf trailed to a stop. It was curious, she thought, and she watched as the child moved toward the water— and as the woman she had met upon the plateau allowed it. It was familiar and awoke something in her breast; a fierce desire to rear the child as a siren, for she had yet to have daughters of her own. Surely it was a daughter, for the bravery and trust displayed in the Sea.

Her sea-green gaze simply rested upon them, a longing hidden there.