Stavanger Bay silent sleeping indigo

Sorry for the wait, been buried with class assignments this week. o_x

There were several strong points listed, notably how easily defendable the region was. The fact of not having to be constantly unsettled by who was lurking in the near shadows or around the next bend was comforting to the Mackenzie. She would discover she could have her back against the sea without the worry of an ambuscade. Sea storms, however, were an entirely different (and greatly unknown) story. Something of the such would come in time to experience. For a male as himself who wasn’t entirely a coastal wolf yet, he seemed to have a foundational knowledge of this terrain. He then mentioned the call, the same call spoken both without words yet rang so loud to her intuition. Perhaps there were greater forces at work here, an inner cry that had been ignored for much too long.
 
Or… maybe she was listening to it for the first time.
 
Her ears flexed and perked, with an eager interest sweeping over her silver gaze. ”What consists of the Ironwills?” Zsuzsa inquired. She was raised upon the values of testing her own permanence. Adding new techniques to her skill set would prove valuable in the future if in the event some long-forgotten adversaries finally caught up to her. She often used the terrain to her advantage in evading hostile rivals, especially when it came to nimble paw work over treacherous ledges and cliffsides. She was interested to know how he could teach her how to wield the power of Earth and water together.