Stavanger Bay silent sleeping indigo

The smokey plumed male gave a hum of affirmation. He then made a proposition to assist her to the sandy shores. At least she would be accompanied by another upon discovering the vastness of the ocean for the first time. Her imagination may have been working up too much of the fantasy of what the sea entailed but knowing how interchangeable the ocean sounded in its patterns and movement, she was comforted to have someone such as him by her side to experience it. ”That would be appreciated.” Her tail wagged once, gratified by his gesture.
 
Upon his soot-hued complexion, deep scars were etched on the left side of his face. He appeared to be a male who was a mature enough age, who experienced and seen some in his time so far. The Mackenzie would follow his suit once they began their approach to the shoreline. ”Are you what they call a coastal wolf?” Zsuzsa inquired. Fortunate (or perhaps unfortunate) for him, she would be full of such questions today. The only wolves she ever knew were ones who were landlocked to the mountain, the forest, and the plain. There was something even intriguing about him and she intended to satisfy her curiosity with this newfound connection between him and this environment.