Stavanger Bay we'll go together in flight

The sound of swirling sand, the distribution of a weighty body passing across it. Sable’s eyes flick from the dolphin up to the approaching wolf, and he briefly starts, because that may be the most muscular woman he’s ever seen in his short life. She’s his height, and he guesses she’s around his age.

For a moment, he holds eye contact, adjusting, testing, before he releases his grip on the dolphin’s tail, raising to his full height. He shuffles, awkward for just a moment, before thrusting his muzzle to the side in a silent “come on” gesture.

He’s fortunate enough that he can share, he’s sure. Even if he can only offer the rubbery, small body.