Stavanger Bay but you're lookin' lights out, turnin' me on

saltshore.

saltshore, rhaegal repeats, testing it on his tongue; in his thick accent.

it's perfect. he tells her with a boyish grin, tail wagging behind him. a deep inhale of the saltbrine, mingling with her own perfume; letting it linger in his lungs before he exhales softly.

well, we have a name. guess we should start tae recruit. a thought then; remembering caracal. the boy, carcal ...and his girlfriend. maybe we could talk tae them? see if they'd be willin' tae leave their island for a home with us? join us on this adventure? unless, they were like rhaegal and vairë themselves: trying to make a pack of their own.

but! rhaegal figured it never hurt to ask.