Stavanger Bay fade

Saucy made her way down to shoreline, returning from a patrol unusually worn out. Rarely did the lioness not have energy, but the foggy storm bearing sky seemed to be draining her. Her feet sank into the sand with every weary step, but she continued on if only to reach her den and escape the berating ocean winds. While she had been growing used to the sea and her madness, this weather was not appreciated.

A figure became clear through the fog, he seemed to glow in whatever sunlight could pierce the veil. He wasn’t that familiar, but he smelled like Stormrift. That was good enough for her, and she trotted in his direction, mustering up as much energy as she could to look friendly. Heyo, what’s up bro? she greeted him, a ghost with eyes of ice in this fog.