Stavanger Bay Sing me a siren song

Thistle woke up and looked around trying to gather her bearings. She had been sleeping deeply and something woke her. Putting it off as just a simple issue of waking, she moved from her spot next to Nerian. Having gravitated towards her sister wife in her sleep, after @Ragnar had left. She walked outside, the early morning light making everything look gray. The amount of fog that touched the ground made her shake her head. Winter was coming fast upon them.

Gentle petite paw steps left small grooves in the grass, as she wiped up the dew with her paw fur. Settling at the edge of the clearing she sat as the suns warm starting rays, hit her face and lit up the amber fur that lied there. She strode further on towards the borders, after warming her back and face. She smelled a few flowers and the leaves that were beginning to litter the ground. There were not many yet, but enough to leave some crinkly sounds ever so often.

Amber ears with black tips swiveled and turned to and fro as she walked. Listening to the trill of the birds and the call of the sea animals that were waking up. Today was going to be a good day, she hoped, thus far it was promising.