Stavanger Bay water laps

She was willing to forgive him, now he’d been found, and the truth was that he had told someone, but hadn’t intended to worry anyone anyway. ”Alright, you be forgiven. But do it again an’ I be tyin’ you to a hefty piece of driftwood to drag aroun’ behin’ you,” She threatened, with a wolffish grin. It nothing else, it’s slow him down and leave an obvious trail behind. 

His question puzzled her slightly, perhaps because she had such an affinity for the cliff side. The open beach was nice too, for sure, but it felt a bit open and insecure to her. ”De cliffs offer us some protection, an’ somet’ing of a visible boundary. Any wolf could wade t’rough de shallows an’ say dey be in de ocean, not trespassing on our lan, because we can claim de land, not de ocean. Wit’ de cliffs, we have an obvious border against de ocean….While still claiming the dry beaches below as ours too.” She explained. ”You like it here, huh?”