Stavanger Bay You blink once, then it's gone

Only the slightest can’t of her muzzle gave way to the inclination of her curiosity. He crept to her—guarded, defensive. Her tail curled idly behind her, the only tell-tale sign of her own weariness was found in the clutch of her claws to the sodden earth, seeking grasp should she need to pivot against an onslaught.

“No,” she chimed in return, her wispy voice giving nothing away as she regarded the stranger. Her muzzle drew up, her gaze studying him with caution as she leisurely rolled a shoulder back in the lightest stretch. “I’ve no claim to the shores or any of these lands,” she finally clarified, though it didn’t stop the suspicious skirt her gaze to the mountains where her heart laid buried. Cold within the ground…

“I assume you’re not from around here, then?”