Stavanger Bay Memories that Drive me

he did not mean to be gone.

he really, truly did not mean to be. yet he had accidentally wandered a bit too far and had yet to make his way home. of course, guilt only accelerated such feelings. mir would be mad. sobo too, maybe. mama and maman most certainly would be. even aminthe would likely have his ear for life if he returned.

so he scuttled on down the coast, wandering. meandering.

only to find something had washed ashore in the daylight. which was a total score! it had to be a meal.

but.

hold. up.

as he neared, he realized this was most definitely another wolf. somebody curled up and drenched. unmoving. he figured they were dead. extremely dead. they had to be. right?

but still he came up, looking like a seagull as he hung his head over their body and stared at them.

'ey...'ey. a hoarse whisper nearly in their face. are ya dead? yer dead, right?