Stavanger Bay water laps

December 13th, for Chacal to find him!

Would that Sobo knew the storied history of this bay.

Perhaps Rosalyn and Erzulie had spoken of Ironsea to him, now and again, but the boy had nothing to connect this place with the pack his mothers met and bonded in. He paused in the sand at midday to stare out at the calm sea and could not help but to wonder why they had settled the cliffs and not this beautiful stretch of beach. To the west were thick trees, some still charred from a fire long ago, others green and young. To the east, a vast huddle of sea lions ripe for hunting.

Sobo thought if he ever would settle a pack of his own making, this would be the perfect place for it. He had no such aspirations, but didn't all young wolves occasionally dream of such things? There was ample shelter in the forest encircling the bay. The sand was soft and light underfoot. What was not to like? He was bound to Sapphique, however, and as of yet had no desire to leave his home despite knowing it was not a place of men.

It would be @Chacal who inherited Sapphique, or Mireille. He thought it should be his littermate, mostly because he did not know Chacal very well. He hoped to remain there for his life, supporting Mireille in the role and serving as houngan and healer for the pack when his manman retired from her role. That was his dream.

This was a very nice spot, though. He would enjoy his time here for as long as he could before he had to return home. Sobo sank down in the sand next to the water, stretching his forepaws out so the foam could just barely kiss his toes.