Stavanger Bay but i got one condition

Before Rhaegal could answer Caracal’s question, both men turned toward the figure of a svelte she-wolf coming closer. He immediately thought of Heda, though the resemblance stopped at the color of their fur. This woman’s pelt was actually a few shades darker, with no shock of red at her nape. Instead, she possessed a scroll-work scar framing mismatched eyes. She, too, was striking, even if she didn’t capture Caracal’s attention quite the same way as Rhaegal.

“My wife, Vairë…” the man was saying, drawing the Redhawk’s half-blind gaze back to him.

He felt a pang of disappointment, though of course that was stupid. It wasn’t like he’d planned to act on his impulses. Caracal took a beat to register the rest of the man’s words, trying very hard not to get caught up in that alluring accent of his.

Nice to meet you, Ms Vairë! he called out to the woman who’d headed toward the water rather than the pair of them. Lowering his voice, he said to Rhaegal, Huh, cool! Isn’t this a bay? and gestured at the cove beyond his lovely wife’s head and shoulders. I can’t remember what it’s called but it’s one of the nicer ones. There’s another further southwest of here, just past the cliffs. It might be a bit bigger than this one.