Stavanger Bay Running Towards a Place

For @Wintersbane.

The cold sun offered no warmth today. It was a true winter's sun—one that shone brilliantly but had nothing to show for it. Hues of greys of whites muddled the sky in blankets of wispy clouds, suspended high above the roaring ocean. Tahoe took a moment to pause from his travels and take in the sights. He knew his easy summer days were gone by now, autumn's embrace was blatantly evident. Ambling closer to the waterline, he briefly studied the pale seafoam which bubbled at his feet. The ocean waves continued to lap at the sands below him, though their restless clamor had faded into background noise as he grew accustomed to it over the weeks. He had spent the time traversing miles of shoreline as a methodical form of exploration. As his journey had come to an end, he aimed to land back at his rough starting point. From there, it would be much less uncomplicated to find his way inland. Soon enough, the sight of the distinct seascape began to conjure old memories in his mind. The wolf turned, venturing onward with more vigor—he knew he was close. 

At last, he was here. The bay lay out before him—a glistening gem concealed from the further depths of the sea. He subconsciously sniffed the air, which carried the scent of a freshly-lain border, amongst the scent other beings as well. McBride's mind chipped away at the thought; how long had he been gone? The months had been passing much faster than usual. Fall had rushed in quicker than anticipated, it seemed as if he had embarked from the bay mere days ago. In his absence, a pack already seemed to be forming. He released a sigh and pushed the thoughts to the back of his brain for the moment. Someone was bound to be lurking around, he'd wanted to have eyes on the stranger first, rather than vice versa.