Stavanger Bay And in the morning sun

the day wanes into the set of dusk; hale tundrian’s steps heavy and tired. still, he keeps going. sailing towards a port that he knows not. just knowing that he is going somewhere. it crosses his mind again to go to moonspear, that he should’ve went there the first time as he originally planned …but his paws carry him north-east, following the route he would’ve taken with raleska. the bay stretches out before him, cool sands pressing against his aching pawpads. glimpse is given to the sea, calm despite the rise of her tides, before he turns his back to it and heads towards the ashtrees, seeking shelter for the night.

it’s been too long since he’s had a good night’s sleep …—

a scent dances upon the wind and his steps pause, head snapping in the direction of the stranger, previously missed by heavy glacial gaze. as it was, all he sees is a silhouette, not even sure she’s really there. regardless, a low chuff is given.