Stavanger Bay Everyone knows how to fish...right?

Lunaria stopped a few feet from the male and plopped her rear onto the sand below, bushy tassel sweeping slowly to create a radar-like shape in the loose grains. She had to admit, it felt quite nice to settle down for small talk with wolves other than members of Eagle Peak. Sure, the fae missed her brother and sister back home, but didnt wish to turn back. 

Upon hearing the question the he-wolf asked her, Lunaria's audits peaked a bit.

"Ah, my arrival in these lands...question of the hour isn't it?" she joked with a playful smirk on her face, turning to face the ocean before continuing "I guess you can say i'm a foreigner. Like most who decide to leave their pack, I traveled a long distance to, well, start anew" her finishing words sounded unsure but were simply the truth. Luna didn't know where she was going or where her journey would end, but the thrill of wanderlust was the only thing reeling the dame in. "Not the most exhilarating of stories, but it's the journey that counts, right?"