Stavanger Bay [m] Be our guest

He ventures back toward the coast by way of Whitefish River. When he eventually reaches the delta, he hangs a left and spends his days trawling in the surf and otherwise exploring the coastline. Bushtit doesn’t care for the noisy sea lions he comes across, so he gives them a wide berth. He spends an afternoon watching the gyrfalcons circling the nearby keep, then strikes out for the sea again the following morning.

His dark eyes peer ahead and he realizes he’s near the forest where Solenya lives. He wonders how her pack is doing, though he’s more interested in those trees, even after all this time. He never did get a chance to look at them closely, after all. Since he’s nearby, Bushtit decides he can’t squander the opportunity and begins loping in that direction.

He’s halfway around the bay’s curving shoreline when he realizes there’s someone in the surf. He stops short, staring at the figure prancing among the waves. She’s the first wolf he’s seen in days. His ears catch a girlish, windswept burst of laughter. Smiling to himself, he rotates to fully face the pale woman frolicking in the water. His paws sink into the soft sand as his tail flicks up in a gentle wag.

Hey there! Bushtit shouts into the salty breeze.