Stavanger Bay Dangling feet from windowsill

for any of the Blackrock Depth wolves. Decided to send her to you guys and see if she fits the bill. Near one of the rocky arms that the description detailed

After Gyda stepped down as Dronning, Lagertha had found herself swamped with the culture of the other wolves of Sleeping Dragon -- Drageda. The Viking half of the culture hadn't been prominent to begin with, a bit overshadowed with the Grounders. They had a whole language, customs, things that the Valkyrie had been confused by. Unwilling to give up her own heritage and learn the ways of the Heda and her followers, the Shield-maiden simply left.

Feeling a draw to return outwards, back to the ocean coast not unlike the one she had grown up on, Lagertha travelled away from the geyser filled mountain side of Sleeping Dragon. The Viking found herself on the coast, travelling over slick shale and being sprayed with the briney sea waves as they crashed. 

Once over the rocky stretch of land, Lag found herself on a sandy strip of beach. Distantly, she could smell other wolves but made no move to approach them. Instead the dove grey female smiled peacefully, letting the waves wash against her paws from where she stood.