Stavanger Bay on the alter

Not long after she spots him, she can tell she startled him just as much as he had to her. He dips back and she is able to focus a little better, ears perking up when she hears his voice. It is apologetic and she frowns, uncertain what to do. The crash of the waves behind her and the wind make his voice muffled, plus the distance doesn’t do them any favors. Qilaq coughs, clearing her throat, as she remains in place in her spot on the sand while she tries to sort the uncertainty clouding her mind. “Wh-who are you?” she calls out, unaware she is equally muffled and distant.