Stavanger Bay and everybody's got a shine on, walking down dayglow vista road

@Kjalarr

though he'd been only a boy the last time his paws had touched the sands of teekon wilds, the coast was invariably familiar to him.  the fog obscured everything but the silhouette of his birthplace.  he regarded it with little sentimentality, though he tried to cut through the reeds of time to dredge up another memory.  when that failed him, he trailed down the shoreline.

the wayfarer had not made it far into the territory before the scent of another crossed his path.  healthy, male.  the tide flowed gently around his paws as he came to a stop, squinting against the gray to see if the other was near.