Stavanger Bay silent sleeping indigo

Zsuzsa’s entrancement with the horizon was brief. Black ears flicked forward, finding a resonance emitting from the throat of another wolf directed at her. Her figure stood at more attention as the male approached. He was a plume of silvery-black, with his undertone of blue becoming more apparent with the rising sun. His most captivating feature was his thick silvery mane. Zsuzsa couldn’t recall seeing such a substantial amount of fur coating another’s neck, shoulders, and chest. She deliberated if he was from a region that was harsh either in a colder environment or temperamental weather. Bright, silver eyes watched carefully as he approached closer, noting the intense and piercing glacier blue of his own gaze.
 
”The entity that is the ocean… will I find it that way?” Zsuzsa said with her accent of the Weald crisp in her words and on her tongue, tossing her muzzle in the general direction of the horizon. Having never experienced the ocean before and only hearing lore from individuals she met along the way to the coast, she presumed the ocean was a living creature by the way they described it. Changeable, erratic, unpredictable, zestful, even more so than the roughest coursing river. Her nose twitched, noticing with his oncoming presence, his scent was detected. It matched the singular one at the invisible border. She presumably found the keeper of these parts and aspired to be led to where earth met sea if he so authorized to do so.

In the distance behind her, the Raven had been trailing behind in the sky some. There was reservation with the black avian itself as it stayed several yards behind when typically it was found soaring overhead Zsuzsa. It landed in the grassy knolls, no trees found to perch upon a branch. It fluttered its wings and gave a low caw, surveying the two from a distance.