Seaside Moors halcyon

A storm approached, and Athan is caught out beyond Ravensblood. He curses his luck and the storm gods that threw this depression at their coast. His head is down, blocking his body as best he could from the roaring winds and salt water in the air. He heads north towards it, or at least towards shelter until the storm fizzes away.

He isn't the only one out here. What he once thought was a stone formation turned out to be a wolf. His eyes widened as he realized this, unsure how to react. Are you alright? He says, more out of curiosity than concern.