Stavanger Bay Escape

gosh i'm so sorry idk how this tag got past me!

it felt good to stretch her legs, to roam free with the jostling breeze as the quotidian progression of the sun sinking into the awaiting, insatiable jaws of the thrashing sea lapping greedily at bleeding rays took over the skies. she could wander from the moors and watch the feat from the beach every single day without it growing mundane in nature, the eye watering beauty of such a feral act still making her heart twist. she would never settle wholly into the nature of being a coastal wolf, the distrust towards this pulsating body of water forever leaving her on edge whilst the barren lands stripped her naked and bare but...she would never even try to deny the beauty or the ecstasy lingering on the salty air. 

however, her peace was soon disturbed by another figure wandering at an amble pace a few lengths away. shady eyes would narrow closely, muscles tightening carefully as she peered against the shadows clutching the man's figure- oh! a sudden shift in light as the sun slipped deeper into that writhing mass set the man aflame and eyes danced joyously at the recognition. what a coincidence considering she'd only just been thinking of him when conversing with the sunkissed beta of rusalka. paws skimming the sands smoothly, her muscles loosened as she slunk through the dying light towards the man she'd met in the mountains. she'd been lost to the darkness then, mind slowly spiraling the entire time until she'd finally broken but that one night under the stars with him had been a serene liberation. so as the painted sky kissed dusty reds and burning flames upon her own washed pelt, the woman released a warm "aiolos!" to the energetic breeze as she neared.