Stavanger Bay like a chef making donuts and pastries it’s time to make you sweat

early morning was typically rannveig’s favorite time to be out - not for the beautiful scenery but for the simple fact that morning correlated to breakfast, and breakfast was just the best damn thing to the Mayfair-cairn. 

there were gulls that usually slept quite heavily through the night, and early dawn was the time to nimbly pick them off from their perch and relocate them to better climes: his stomach. 

making for the crag that housed many nests in its rocky surface, rannveig heard rocks skitter and the tell-tale plunk! plunk! of them meeting the ocean below. the culprit was easy to spot, for her pale pelt stood out against the dull brown of the bay’s cliffs. hey! what did the ocean ever do to you? rannveig could not help the playful grin that stole across his features, his tail lightly wagging as he waited for her to turn around.