Stavanger Bay those who save lives, and those who take lives

vague about why she's here but if it's okay with you, I'd like this to be set after she confronts Rosencrantz :)

Recent events - the foundation of a fledling Aristos, Daegon, the conflict with Rosencrantz - had confined her to the Isle yet those same happenings pushed her from it. She'd assured her mate that she would return, soon, but the exile needed the escape to clear her head under the pretense of scouring for off-site food sources. 

Her wanderings led her west, beyond the lands of the sea lion hordes, past the golden shores of the Coast to an idyllic bay overlooked by towering forests. Idly, she noted to herself that the terrain would have made suitable territory for Aristos but it was little more than a passing thought - they were too close to consider relocating now, not to mention they had no reason to. 

She'd seen what she came to - there were deer and antelope herds that ranged the borders of the mainland's beaches, seals and their lion cousins amongst the dunes - but still, she lingered, not quite ready to return, when her amethyst halfgaze lit upon a distant pallid silhouette. 

Curious, and somewhat grateful for the distraction, Rhælla padded closer for a better look. 

He was male, and oddly familiar, she discovered as she hovered some ways behind him - observing as he stared blankly into the sea. 

"If you're considering walking in, I don't recommend it," she called out gently, not wanting to startle him. She'd seen enough wolves on that precipice - had been there once or twice herself - to miscontrue his thousand yard stare, his apathy, for something darker. 

"Drowning's..not all it's cracked up to be."