Stavanger Bay but i got one condition

When Caracal felt a touch of wanderlust today, he let @Heda know he was headed inland for a few hours but he would be back by nightfall. He departed by way of the exposed land bridge, feet sinking into the wet sands. When he reached the mainland, he looked left, then right, and decided to head that way today.

He gave the sea lions a wide berth, though he veered back toward the seaside once their barks (and their stink) dropped away behind him. The dunes here cradled a picturesque bay, though that wasn’t what caught Caracal’s eye. There was a dark man standing in the surf, eyes cast toward the horizon, putting him in stark profile.

Caracal sucked in a breath and slowed, unable to look away from the most attractive man he’d ever seen in his life.