Stavanger Bay We'll be sailing,

With each sunrise, the sun only grew more distant—its warm embrace was disappearing, the sign of a new season. Winter, while an unfavorable season, had its perks. His preferred prey—larger ungulates—would be considerably slowed if the Wilds were to receive a thick blanket of snow. With this in mind, Tahoe’s patrols became longer. He went farther off with each round, keeping close tabs on resident inland herds. 

Today was the beginning of one of those patrols. He exhaled softly, his warm breath instantly snatched by the cold as he chose to pause for a moment. From the corner of his eye, he noticed a distant approaching shape. A black shadow, a familiar face, a familiar smell—Umbra had found him once again. He stood silently, and waited for her.