Stavanger Bay women fear me, fish fear me

@Moonshadow

Hermes emerged from the bay waterlogged and carrying a thick musk of salt. And despite his unsightly, rather spiky furred appearance, the coywolf had nothing to show for his efforts. His time away from the sea had made him forget whatever fishing techniques he harbored.

Though he was unsuccessful now, he'd yet to give up completely. He'd need a little rest on the shore is all, then it was back to buisness.

With a hefty sigh, Hermes sat on the sand.