Sea Lion Shores close our eyes to the octopus ride

Wraen had camped out at the sentinels for few days, which gave her plenty of opportunity to scout along the Stavanger bay and Sea lion shores. There was a very vague memory that she had been here before as well, but it had happened such a long time ago that she was unable to pinpoint exact time frame.

It was good to be back though, especially, since her morning had started off with two stranded fish. They had been preserved well in the cold air and reasonably fresh, when she had dug them out of the tangle of sea-weeds and eaten them. She rummaged through the rest of the stuff that the waves had brought ashore and happened to look up just as two sea-lions were focusing on her from the water.

She barked at the duo cheerfully, but they quickly disappeared from her sight. However, a more interesting finding awaited her on the beach. Few feet away from her a young, dark-pelted wolf was standing. His smell that wind brought along felt vaguely familiar, and curious to find out, why so, she approached the stranger politely. "Hi," she greeted him, smiled and wagged her tail.