Stavanger Bay but i was home-sick for familiar trees

The rise and fall of Iaghe’s call had stirred Fleurette from her dazed gazing out to Sea. She had not been far from their camp; she promised Andr she would stay close and not stray from where she told him she would be. The last thing she wanted was to lose her two companions because of her wandering mind and paws.

The call had not seemed out of fear; though, in truth, it still gave Fleurette a sense of trepidation. Why the sudden need to come together? Her curiosity was peaked, so she booked it back, tongue lolling out of her mouth and flapping in the wind. She sent her own howl back to acknowledge Iaghe’s, letting them know she’s on her way.

She arrived shortly, eyes finding her spectre friend with a smile on her face, radiating with excitement. “What’s going on, Iaghe?”