Stavanger Bay i've tried to leave it all behind me

With permission acquired, she suspects the wanderer to do as he pleases; to take to the Bay and complete the mission he has at hand, or to find her, if he desires. A game of hide and seek.
Alas, she is not difficult to find, among the meadow she tends to and those of keen ears would follow her melodic voice to the spot. Her head lifts from her tending—she took in honey yellow eyes first, and then the pale nose. Lanky, just as the last had been; Kraken. The Wilds foster many young, it seems, and it brings promise.
Hello, she greets with the delicate pulls of a smile upon a downcast muzzle. Heavy-lidded eyes grasp the wag of the stranger’s tail, and her own mimics. Cute. Is there something you need?