Stavanger Bay as i climb into the skies

the forest thinned, giving way to glimmering sands that led to the flickering sound of the brine's tongue against the shoreline. erzulie emerged into the glow of dying sunlight. allowing her eyes to adjust, the wanton blinked rapidly a handful of times, letting out her breath as the trail of the pale marauder's scent lifted to her senses.
he stood with his proud back to her into the darkly lapping brine, watching the great orb fall behind the edge of the distant sea. the woman stole down the sand, peering with a vaguely feline distaste at the foam-edged waves. however, if this was to be her home, the ocean must become her spine. 
not a sea-wolf, erzulie chided herself, lowering haunches to the shoreline and draping her cinnamon-stippled plume across her forepaws. the woman turned her own eyes toward the rich glow, watching the sky darken as it faded.