Stavanger Bay The sea runners

@Tahoe

It wasn't initiative that drove Memphis's paws forth, but instead a mild inclination to familiarize with his surroundings and do so in solitude. Great Bear Wilderness was a remarkable scenery to behold, and though he couldn't deny that company was splendor on its own upon the rare occasion. It was difficult to register your surroundings with the same efficiency, the same calculative desire as when one was alone and left to dwindle away their countless seconds in a web of their own thoughts. Memphis appreciated the silence of being alone – he had grown comfortable with having himself to rely on and knowing that the peace and tranquility would serve as his guide. His quality of life would change significantly if he ever requested access into a pack. He possibly had the slightest opportunity of joining one when he had crossed paths with a Firebirds member, but they had eventually split and proceeded on their journeys. The name of the pack still occurred to him from time to time. Momentarily, Memphis came to an abrupt halt, his cinnamon eyes narrowing into a pair of confined slits, sparing a thoughtful glance over his lithe shoulder, profoundly wondering whether to join them or not.

Hearing a faint sough of water, the average wolf assumed that the coast wasn't so far away from the area. With a fluid movement, he maneuvered through the terrain at a silent pace, heading towards the scent of the shore. The sea was a place he visited plentiful an occasion, and yet he still regarded what most considered a beautiful visual appeal with a neutral indifference, unable to feel the same genuine awe that emitted from any other upon the first glimpse of the crystalline water that violently slammed into the jagged rocks below. The delicate sand broke away from Memphis's step, forming distinctive indents in the pale canvas of the beach. Grey and pitch tones entered the bright light of the sun, his pelt greeting with a gentle caress of the sea breeze. His sharp optics blinked slightly, adjusting to the change in brightness, though he continued wandering closer to the shoreline until the waves lapped delicately at his paws. Having realized he had traveled longer than originally anticipated, he halted and pivoted his body in such a manner that allowed him to face the furious waves. His haunches folded into a content sit, wispy tail wrapping atop his forepaws as he skimmed over the peaceful scenery. The damp sand clung between his toes, though he didn't mind the sensation; if anything, Memphis had always taken enjoyment in dirtying his pelt every so often. It was freeing to push vanity to the end of one's concerns.