Stavanger Bay We'll sing the song of the sea,

As wide, white paws sink into the sand, his sky blue eyes get used to the dark. Pupils growing wide to let in more light in an attempt to see in the dark, he wanders aimlessly down the coastline he’s found himself so enraptured with. Muscles bunching beneath his pale coat, the moon paints him a sickly blue from its casting light high in the sky. 

Though as he walks, he prays absentmindedly. He has but naut to do but pray. So his lips mouth words of reverence as each paw takes a step. Though only a fair distance away his eyes catch on the frame of the shewolf hellhound in the distance. A slight pause in his prayer, but he continues nonetheless. He will continue to do so until she comes closer. Until then he watches, stark still. Eerily white form presented to her like a ghost in the night.