Stavanger Bay hyperparadise

i couldn't resist! :o

Even though he liked playing in the ocean, Charon always cleaned himself when he returned to the forest. He was fairly clean: he liked to get dirty, but he also liked to get clean when dirty-play-time was over. The boy presently darted out of the forest and ran out onto the long stretch of sand that gave the Bay its name. "Let's look for crabs, Drake!" he called out to his imaginary friend, and he began to run across the sea, over to the ocean.

Because he was so absorbed into his own mind, Charon didn't notice another wolf standing in the shallows of the ocean until he nearly bumped into him. Startled, Charon came to a screeching halt and looked up at the sea-wolf for a moment, blinking. Because of the ocean's scent, he couldn't exactly smell if the wolf smelled of Thistle and thus belonged here, but Charon guessed that it was the case. What else would the wolf be doing here?

"Uh hi," Charon said, blinking as he stared at the other wolf. "Are you new?" He hadn't seen the wolf around before, so he guessed it to be so. Quickly continuing, Charon added, "Why are you wet? Did you swim? Can you swim? Are you gonna teach me to swim??", and stared up at the other wolf inquisitively, taking up some of his personal space as he got closer, hoping that the answers would be positive.