Stavanger Bay silent sleeping indigo

The Mackenzie already assumed the male held a firm stake in this seaside dominion. To hear he was in the stages of still designating himself made Zsuzsa feel not as solitary in this experience of seeking what was potentially refuge along the coast. She had always been landlocked herself, surrounded by silent soldiers of trees and towering strongholds of mountains that protected wolves from the elements and outside intrusion. There was something about venturing this way that spoke a different manner of opportunity than what she had been used to. Zsuzsa would be pleased to know traveling north would end at a firm stop at this strip of shore, for her paws were weary of traveling.
 
”What is it about here you want to claim?” Steel eyes glanced over to him briefly before sweeping forward, transfixed on the vast body of blue that was coming closer as they approached.  The protection of the trees and mountains were void here (until Zsuzsa would soon discover the sea cliffs once they arrived at the beach) The way he phrased his comment alluded to the fact he wasn’t necessarily from these regions either. Perhaps Zsuzsa’s inquiries would lead to some reflective insight on why this particular land was appealing for a wolf to make a dwelling; this could be a prime opportunity for him to offer a succinct and persuasive pitch on his future aspirations.