Stavanger Bay You blink once, then it's gone

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Strong forelegs bearing down against the shifting sand, he heaved his weighted body further from the lapping shoreline. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to go for a quick dive — luckily for him, the bitter cold and the heavy resistance of his drenched coat served as an excellent refresher.

Goreshter noticed a slight change in the air before anything else. It was subtle, almost enough to go unnoticed. Hell, the stag might not have even paid any mind to it, had he not caught a glimpse of a lone figure creeping closer and closer. Perhaps that was just what gave it away, after all. His slanted eyes slowly narrowed as he paid mind to the creature. It was another wolf, and judging by their svelte figure, it was a woman. The small revelation wasn't nearly enough for him to let his guard down, though. He'd known many does who were twice the warrior he was in his lifetime! So, with his head raised and a guarded stance, Goreshter began to minimize the distance between the two.

He spoke far too casually for his defensive posture. "Hello, there. I'm not trespassing on your land, am I?"