Stavanger Bay hyperparadise

For whoever, yo :D

A few days had passed since Atreyu had been re-accepted into the Bay, days in which he had spent recovering from his impromptu journey and scouting out the territory in an attempt to familiarise himself with it again. While the wolves of the coast were blessed that they didn't have to memorise winding paths or twisting trails that those living in the mountains or forests would, it was still easy to lose yourself on the long stretch of sand that made up the Bay. Atreyu found himself once again ambling along the beach as the sun descended on another lazy winter day, letting the frosty waters lap at his ankles.

Already, his fur was windswept and covered in all manner of sand and debris from the sea. He looked as if he had lived here his entire life. In fact, he sort of had. Though, not in the Bay, of course. His old tribe had wandered the coastline; he grew up next to the ocean. Atreyu was almost certain he had sea water instead of blood.

Coming a halt, the boy let a particularly rough wave crash against his legs, salty droplets of water reaching up to dampen his chest and sides. With a happy bark, he then turned on his heel suddenly and raced into the deeper water, his sprint turning into excited leaps as he waded further in. The shock of the icy water eventually caused the boy to turn back but he remained in the shallows, falling onto his back and letting the waves roll his body every which way.