Stavanger Bay Take some books and make a smoothie

@Huā 

On the first day the sun appeared from behind the rain clouds and lavished the Earth below with light and warmth, Wraen finally felt good enough to take a stroll along the coast at a leisurely pace. The air was crisp and fresh, the sound of waves on one side and the wind playing in the forest trees on the other was a pleasant backdrop for quiet contemplation. She tried to recall the memories of her early childhood there, but very few resurfaced and even those were blurry and she did not feel sure, what had been real and what had her imagination improved. 

Then she thought about the future - stopped and observed the horizon, then turned to continue her walk along the coast and looked ahead. The destination she wished to reach had come no closer now that they had settled at the Sentinels. How great it would have been, if the forest had not been ravaged by fire so many years ago, then she could rebuild Donnelaith or a pack of any other name and live out her days as she wished. Yet all she had there were a couple of memories, plenty of rubble and the fact that the lifespan of trees was not only way longer than hers, but they did not hurry to grow up quickly. In her lifetime Sentinels would always remain an uninhabitable place. 

Yet not far from the wreckage lied another abandoned place - Wraen walked through the village that had once been home to proud Ragnar and his folk (her mother's tales) and, where she had met Charon for the first time. And while she had arrived here, when this pack had long since disbanded, she did not understand, why would someone wish to leave a place that had so much to give. Lost in thoughts again, she sat down and traced the landscape with her gaze, wondering.