Stavanger Bay the fountainhead

It is easy for Qilaq to become lost. There is too much for her to see all at once and as she breaks down each quadrant, wishing for information Amayo promised, she can’t help but allow herself the freedom. Sometimes she will attempt to count until she loses the strain or reaches her limit, but either way she finds something new and just as exciting to focus on. What information is out there for her, while still unknown, creates a new and exciting world in her mind and so when another approaches, it is the chuff that startles her back to reality.

Qilaq’s heart lodges into her throat and she flips herself back upright. The rock she has chosen to lay is big enough that she does not fall off to one side but it takes a long moment for her to find the source and refocus her attention on someone so close. She blinks several times and shifts, finding a wetness within her fur and beneath her, but the brine and salt of the air hopefully masks it in distance. The wolf before her is not familiar and her scent doesn’t exactly register, but her ears fold back against her head and she slowly slinks down to the sandy ground as if she’d been caught doing something she isn’t supposed to be.