Stavanger Bay don't touch my juul

If there were wolves inhabiting this place, they weren't particularly territorial. But the more Bat meandered around the bay, the more she doubted anyone lived here after all. Just to be absolutely certain, she lifted her snout to raise a howl. Before she could draw in enough breath, someone finally materialized.

Her head dropped back down to peer at the dark figure. For half a heartbeat, she thought it was Astara (not that she knew her name), although the dimensions were totally wrong. The resemblance was uncanny though. Bat's silver eyes panned over the tall, slender stranger, his legs reminding her of the herons that lived back on the plateau.

"Heya," she greeted with a wave of her tail, "do you live here?"