Stavanger Bay ready to sail ya seadogs

Recently, Norsamu felt she was slacking. Seemed a bit too peaceful, like t'was too easy so far. Her mind had drifted back to the younger days, as she felt they were far behind even though she was still quite young. An old soul, for her experiences were quite out there, and her days were filled with something new quite often. Especially when she was still smelled like milk, a wee' seadog still learning the ropes. She remembered the days of hard training to 'build character,' they say. Her old mates, the old family, they used the excuse of 'training,' but only used her for a source of fun. She smiled, remembering it, and didn't hold any ill toward it. She too ended up having fun, even when thrown in a pile of angry foxes.

Perhaps it was now the time to pick up her pace, once more. Recently joined a new gang, but that meant her legs wouldn't be stretching far out there, and stay within the wilds. She itched, to move, and she itched, for something to do. So perhaps, Norsamu thought, now was the time to.. Simply run.

Along the beach, her pelt sunk within the night, and her eyes fixed foward as she smiled delightfuly, but panted heavily. A run of the paws, as the behemoth tracked around the bay, enjoying a chase of the wind. She wouldn't call it exercising, more, but preferred 'training,' or even a good warm up for something better to do on the later night. Maybe some shark-hunting would do quite fine tonight.