Stavanger Bay iriġauraq(-) [m]

this is so very cute I cannot handle it-

Powerful hind haunches propelled him from the position, racing along the beach to catch up with his new friend. Pink tongue tasting the wind as he chased the honeysuckle woman. 

She looked like winter snow but wolf, a white rose in a garden of cracked ground. It stirred something inside him, but despite the man's age, his experience was lacking. What was it? Why did he want to follow? 

Was this the will of Renenutet? Perhaps not, but She had yet to speak to him outside of dreams that continued to plague him, though lesser now. 

Haizel found himself pushing to go faster, to catch up. They were playing! It had been so long since he'd met a wolf who wanted to play instead of work!