Stavanger Bay The biggest adventure you can take is to live the life of your dreams

Aching, white socked paws travelled onward as tired blue eyes observed her new surroundings, the girl having ventured through the vast terrain of tall grass, to eventually arrive here, at the bay. The skies were painted a mixture of blues with a warm shade of gold as the rising sun began to loom over the earth. A dry leathery nose twitched as the salty aroma of the ocean was brought to her by the swift coastal air current, her light fur bristling at its cold touch. And as she approached, Isora's eyes widened as the sea slowly came into view. Quietly, she stood, her dirty blonde tail wagging gently behind her as she peered to the line where the long grasses separated and hesitantly, one white paw touched the sand, the young girl's light ears pivoting at the tranquil sound of the ocean's waves lapping at the shores in the distance.

A broader smile managed its way across her off white muzzle as she began to explore the new area, blue eyes looking over the bay curiously, excitement filling her as she took in the refreshing change of scenery. The other places she had roamed, with the tall grass had been interesting and all, but to Isora, this place seemed to hold a much bigger promise for a more thrilling adventure. And as she was trapped in awe, she carelessly wandered the bay, socked paws carrying her upon sand, to then come to another split, were the sand merged into soft, emerald colored grass. Inquisitively, Isora stared at the ground, though she gradually managed to bring her focus back to her surroundings, bright eyes noticing that she was now under a small, hidden forest beside the sea. She paused, ears swivelling atop her head, listening to the waves of the ocean as she continued to stare into the forest, completely fascinated, till she turned to glance back the way she had entered.