Stavanger Bay afternoon rays

Where he did not snort again, she would. Features flared with annoyed humor.

A territorial pair, wonderful. Not that the bay was much better, but Kjalarr did not stand so strong as to make others avoid the bay. They greeted visitors, spoke to them, went from there.

Not much. Part of me prefers it that way, if I must be honest. Toes and claws dug a bit slower, mindful of the frozen ground. This is your vision, you would handle situations as you see best. I'm a good advisor, not enforcer.

She laughed softly, offering him a kind look with her lilac gaze.