Stavanger Bay I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror

first posts are always so boring for me, thanks for bearing with me while i get into the swing of this character.

when the young ones came, he knew it was time to go.

there had been a litter the year prior; his parents allowed the first cubs to watch the new ones while they hunted, and he found himself too involved to have time for personal development. and though he loved them, and he loved the role he played in their lives, it was time for him to leave. dispersal beckoned him.

his parents were proud when they saw him off, and he promised to return one day, maybe when he had children of his own... though for the time being, he had no intention of having said children.

he stuck to the coast as he traveled, and without a destination in mind he followed whatever seemed the most interesting at any given time. today, that would be a marvellous golden bird — and the girl who trailed it.

standing atop a nearby dune, he chuffed in her direction, tail wagging behind him in invitation to come closer, if she'd like.