Stavanger Bay avast ye!

Kekoa walked in silence, focusing on the shapes and colours that were welcome to only his eyes.

When they came to a halt he was pulled back to reality, mastering the gen z customer service face in a matter of seconds. Where's my wife. No more games - this stranger, as out of it as he was, had something that rightfully belonged to Kekoa! Small, blind, plain? You reek of her. Other wolves too, but Kekoa would know that ocean wench scent anywhere. It was what he had to go by besides her appearance - knowing her name probably would have been helpful.

He would play doctor for a while if he had to, but the first priority was getting this destiny change done.