Stavanger Bay before sunrise

Backdated 7.3. For any Saltshore wolves!

 

Aiolos had spent four days on the isle and had savored every moment of it. With so many children about and so little time, Aiolos had not the pleasure to seek them our individually to chat. He would watch them play from afar, would greet them whenever one might come near. @Heda and @Caracal had been his primary focus and with it, hunting to help the parents of eight out as much as possible. He fished. He piled up the mass of crabs that had come to the beach. He had even killed and brought back a large aquatic lizard he thought the pups might have interest toying with. Then, Aiolos said farewell to its leaders and headed back south-west along the coast until he reached the Stavanger Bay. 

The bay was as stunning as he always recalled it to have been. It was still early morning and the sun hung low on the horizon. He traced his path around one of the cliffsides that tucked the Bay away. He was on the inland portion, along the outskirts of its forestry where water could be heard. This forest with plentiful of river, little lakes and waterfalls and with the beach too, one would never go without water or hunting here. It was truly a paradise, for which is was often thought. Smiling, he calls out to the wolves which called themselves Saltshore.