Stavanger Bay good day for a haunting

Ash Paw traced tiny paws along the sand. Blue eyes upon the distant horizon, pert nose in the air.  Her thoughts were on her father, who was gone, her auntie too, and Gunnar. Though he wasn't, she wondered at his health. He was no youngling. She should seek him out, if nothing more than the familial connection. She had no one here, not anymore, Not even friends.

Ash Paw had set out on this quest to help her auntie to her death bed. Had followed and watched, waiting. Knowing what waited for her at the end. And now here she was, with no ties to the land other than old memories from a mind filled with love and emotions, Ash was not privy too. A land that had sounded beautiful and promising, and now it simply felt lonely and lost. Part of it was her fault, she knew this She did not seek out relationships of any kind, perhaps she should change that, but frankly put. She didn't know how.

Ash Paw had seen the other from a distance, a scarecrow of a wolf. When they had fallen to the sands, she had stirred her tiny frame faster. Something in her, telling her. She needed to get there. And get there she did. Finally she was close enough, she nosed forward slowly, uncertain if it was still living, though upon further observation she realized the it, was really a him.

She saw his side expand against sunken rib cage and she spoke softly. Hello, are you quite alright? Can I help you in someway?

She found herself feeling or knowing to be gentler with this one than others. Her usual abrasiveness, hiding for the moment.