Stavanger Bay we follow the yellow lights

The morning was unusually warm, even before the sun rose - which meant summer was well underway. Gallows knew the warmer weather often brought fairer hunting and times of reprieve, but the season was not without its shadows. The heat could often make tepid tempers flare, or twist even the soundest mind careless. Every season was just as deadly as the next and, after a languid stretch, Gallows arose and struck toward the shoreline to begin his routine patrol.

With the promise of refreshment, the ocean ebbed like a temptress when the temperatures rose, and yet it was perhaps morbid to say he wasn’t surprised to see the bloated and water-clogged cadaver strewn amongst a tangle of seaweed and sand. The sea birds had already begun their way with her, and Gallows shooed them away with a snap and a growl before turning his attention to the once pretty lass who lay soiled on the ground. Poor thing, but he knew, from the state of her, there was nothing he or anyone could do.

He tipped back his head to draw @Rosalyn toward the spot, then buckled down and drew sharp eyes across the flesh that was left of her, trying to assess just what had killed the girl.