Stavanger Bay Beyond the Water

not crap at all!

velen laughed. "it's cold, dude," was his only warning before he dove beneath the surface briefy and reemerged with a grin decorating his muzzle. "and that, my friend, is salt." the thick bitter taste of it was definitely acquired, but if howl stuck around, he would be used to the flavor of the brine in no time.
"don't go farther than i do. nasty undertow out there, will suck you down before you can say boo," velen revealed, before gesturing toward a sandbar in the distance. "let's head that way, see what we can see." glancing to howl, the young wolf began to swim with smooth strokes toward their destination.