Stavanger Bay Now we are ready to sail for the Horn

After a brief encounter with a wolf who offered rum, Norsamu found herself daydreaming on the luxurious drink, wishing for some more. He had mentioned the blend to be fermented fruit, but with her limited knowledge; she had no idea what that meant, "such a shame, ah!" the maned wolf dramatically yelled out to the sea in her exaggerated anguish. It was truly such a shame! She could only hope in the future she would meet an Ironsea wolf, perhaps then they could share the secrets of the delicious nectar.

In the mean time, she went back to her usual wandering. The wolf spent a few while in the land, but so far she stuck to the coast of Teekon Wilds. She was slowly making her way up, seeing all the different area's the sea offered to the land. Her heavy paws striked against the sand as she made her way around the beach, occasionally bending her neck to take a whiff in. Her dark nose slowly made it's way to the salty waters, Norsamu curiously looked into it, "aye, what does the waves offer!?"

Her last words before jumping into an incoming wave. It was a thankful moment the white maned female was still relatively close to the shallows, for her legs sunk into the sea, but the rest of her body still could stand above the waters. Though the question stood; what was she doing?