Stavanger Bay water laps

So sorry for the wait! <3

Despite how easily pawprints left a mark on sand, the constant ebb and flow of the waves made it difficult to track anything that had wandered along the shoreline more than an hour ago. And higher along the edge of the beach, the sand was pock-marked anyway from wind, making it look as though thousands had already travelled through the sand. 

Chacal's instincts led her to roam and search, relying on her sense of smell to parse through the briney aroma of the seaweed and shells, to parse out any trace of canine scent. It took no small amount of meandering to and from the shoreline, moving almost like a wave herself, until she picked up a scent that made her giddy with relief. 

When she came through the forest, she looked out over the beautiful stretch of beach and clapped her eyes upon the solitary, still form of her brother. So close to the water's edge, and unmoving- but even from the distance she could see that his posture was not an unconscious slump, which would have made her panic. No, her brother was relaxed, poised. She heaved a sigh of relief, and began to trot toward him, her tail sweeping from side to side congenially.