Stavanger Bay happy hour

She yawned and he fought a smile. As concerned as he felt about the bay dwellers, Heda was his priority. He would get her somewhere safe and comfortable to have a lie-down, maybe grab them something to eat before joining her for a catnap.

Let’s head inland a bit, Caracal suggested, nosing at his mate as they began to move.

He led her toward Silvertip Mountain, leaving her tucked into the foothills while he set out to rustle up some grub. When he returned with a slain rabbit some time later, Heda was fast asleep, swollen flanks rising and falling slowly. Caracal set aside the meal for later and curled around her, chin resting lightly over the graceful slope of her pale shoulder.