Stavanger Bay i learnt long ago

only if you have time b/c i know you said you wanted a thread!

stench of salty brine upon the air is as welcoming as it is stifling; the shift of cool sand underpaw soft; supple compared to the hardpacked, frozen earth of the tundra. once more, his search of his daughter, of whom he hoped to recruit to his side, to preen beneath his wing as his heir apparent was in vain. where the willy quellcrist had run off too so many moons ago he can only fathom …but it wasn’t home. or, rather, the home of their tundrian ancestors. a fool’s hope from the getgo and now the churning of the sea calls him back to @Umbra and the bay, the fledgling pack he left in her care.

unsure of the welcome he would receive, if one at all, the saltking begins to lay careful plans of contingency; mental maps of paths he might take should he be met with the fierce leviathan’s teeth. upon the saltywind are fat snowflakes that tangle in the disheveled wisps of his pelage as he crosses over the threshold of attempting claim.