Stavanger Bay Sure as hell, unknown

he seemed more invested in the sea. other than to share a glance her way, his attention remained on the surf - his entire body language communicating a natural ease that set her own tension at bay. he did not speak, and this she preferred.

she came closer. as the wind stirred gunmetal quills along his spine, the girl pressed her nose to him and inspected every scent turned over in his fur: of salt, of his last meal, but mostly --

of solitude.

completing her thorough inspection of his pelt, the girl sat besides him and brought her gaze to the churning waters.