Stavanger Bay there'd be swimming pools filled by models

but she was already disturbed. 

as a coarse sneeze broke up the silence of the afternoon, dalia's ears turned towards it. following, her muzzle, which dipped down gently and allowed her seafoam eyes to focus on a burly man of a wolf, tawny but pale. his eyes were like hers, in that they embodied the ocean, but much bluer. she watched him curiously as he stood a ways before her, eventually allowing her head to tilt to one side.

"it's not polite to stare," she called out to him, a small smile playing along the edges of her lips. she added, to show she was not actually upset, "my name is dalia."