Stavanger Bay for the winds that blow today,

He had been lounging comfortably next to his favorite boulder when Sandpiper had opted to rouse him. The pale boy jumped with a startled growl, ears swiveling wildly atop his skull. The surprise had been enough so that she could latch her teeth to his nape. The yearling huffed softly at her request to play, knowing that if he were to rise for her, he would never get himself back into the same position of comfort. Fighting the urge to turn and wrestle his golden sister, Smokestep attempted to yank his nape from her clasp and flop back to his side.