Stavanger Bay Sure as hell, unknown

Rowyn found his wandering paws took him to a place that smelled like fish and salt. Where the wind took his breath and the ground gave way beneath his feet. But he could walk. But occasionally sharp pieces of shells would cut the pawpads on his feet.

Cold gaze assessed the ocean as it rose to meet and he marveled at it. Something powerful and strong. Yet if he touched it, it went apart. Such a strange thing this ocean.