Stavanger Bay avast ye!

When Sam walked again, he was still asleep.

Despite bruised ribs and a brain that still short-circuited in a regular basis, he somnambulated right out of the forest – "escaping" his care team whilst @Kirain rested and @Visala.. well, there was only so much a blind wolf could do, colors or no colors.

He ended up in Stavanger Bay.

A long time had passed since a jarl had walked among the tide pools. Sam was a far cry from so grand a wolf, but walk he did, nose held low to the ground and his eyes mere slivers of color.

"Crab," he muttered, "Offer crab." A decade had passed since a tornado had knocked rocks loose from the cliffs, and they had been thoroughly colonized in that time - a wolf could eat his fill of fish from a literal bucket.

Another was already dining at the buffet. Consciousness rushed back to Sam as the scent of salt-crusted fur filled his nose, pupils shrinking to pinpricks in his eyes. He puffed out his chest, broadened his stance. A loose scab above his left eye drifted to the ground.

"Ahoy, matey!," he hollered, absolutely sure that this was the way he spoke. "Be ye eatin' me offerings?"