Stavanger Bay We drew a map to a better place

@Thistle Cloud @Viggo @Ragnar

Without question, Ptarmigan Endore was an idiot.

Having spent a few days on Sequoia Coast, she had come to the conclusion that sand was not for her. The Big Salt Lake that rose and fell and smelled like brine was no more inviting than a swamp, and her thighs ached after a mere few hours on the shifting terrain. She had yelled at the youth in the fields behind a mountain about how the beach was slippery, because he had insisted that it wasn't. But oh, she knew that it was.

Given this, it seemed the last place Ptarmigan would seek eventual refuge would be a beach, yet that was exactly where she had gone. She wasn't really thinking about it as she padded right up to Stavanger Bay and loosed a howl for the female she had met not long ago. Part of her subconsciousness wished Viggo would come and talk her out of this decision... But, as luck had it, Viggo probably had no idea how much she would come to regret it. Even if he did follow her, he might not say anything. He might just smile handsomely, which was probably good enough for her anyway, given it made her scream girlishly on the inside.