Stavanger Bay evening bay

she was not alone, it seemed. the soft shift of icy sand under paws ticked at her senses.

lilac eyes turned to a pale woman. one who fit in just as much as herself or as kjalarr.

she did not know her, nor her name. but the scent she carried told her that she belonged. no need to chase her off with huffs and puffs.

i am tove, she offered with the air of expecting a name back.