Stavanger Bay that I get

Having only recently reached her second year, Odessia had decided to strike out on her own, away from the grip of her parents and family. It was not that she did not like them—quite the opposite—but more that she was ready to see the world on her own. Every bird must eventually fly the nest, and now was her time. She was young, healthy, and while thoughts of legacy did occasionally cross her mind, that was not her main priority. For now, she simply wished to explore and set her eyes on the various packs that made their home in this region.
Winter was winding down, and though the sun was out in full force, there remained a chill in the air. Odessia picked up on the trail of another wolf and, being the curious one she was, began to track it to its source. It was not long before she set icy blue eyes on the war-torn male who jogged on up ahead of her. Not wanting to startle him, she let out a greeting "woof!" from a distance, allowing him to decide whether or not he wished to interact.