Stavanger Bay Sure as hell, unknown

Rowyn had been forced to learn how to be comfortable in his own skin. He had to learn to be something he had not known how to be, in order to survive. And as such he had a bit of a cockiness to his nature. He knew himself better than most people his age did. And he had learned out of necessity. 

He felt the touch of gentle nose. And though he flicked an ear, he didn't move. Allowed her to peruse the myriad of scents that made up what was him. She smelled like the sea, and loam. And something else. But he couldn't quite place it. 

He nodded towards the sea. Lei è bellissima

Then he grew quiet again.