Stavanger Bay The Pointy End

But of course, nuliaga. Arrluk croons along with a playful grumble, pushing his muzzle through the fur of Ajei's neck as she comes to settle at his side and he moves to sit down there and look out at the water with her. She smelt lovely. Like the flowers he picked for her and, something else... had it always been this way? It was a peaceful place. Quiet. Savor the sound of the rushing water and birds chattering in the tree tops. 

Their journey through the flatlands had been an easy one, yet some fifty miles still stretched between here and the mountains of Moonglow. It would be good to rest their paws by the water. 

Even as his eyes studied the water out before him, his mind was racing as he felt the warmth of Ajei pressed to his side.