Stavanger Bay Heave a pawl, O heave away!

Norsamu sat at the beach, her body laid right beside the waves, as just barely missed her massive form. She was pleasantly enjoying the sea breeze as the sky darkened to an orange, and her own sunset eyes gazed back toward it. She recently has been finding herself enjoying the bay far too much, to the point where the wolf often finds herself coming back here. She soley blamed that on @Zigzag.

The thoughts of the Ironsea Pack, and rum plagued her thoughts so far. She finally achieved the brew of rum, as shown by the empty leaf beside her, but this was enjoyed alone. Though the thoughts on a Pack... Let her think back to the Rosen Rogues. What a friendly bunch who raised her to be such a dignified wolf, and Norsamu had to admit, she missed it. She loved the adventure of explorin' the rumors just as they did, but she misses the shanties and the laughter over a successful hunt. The meetin' of loners and pack wolves was pleasant, but not enough sometimes.

Perhaps that's why she has been sticking to the bay, in the hope to meet what could've been; Ironsea...

"Fuck this!" She humphed loudly while rolling alongst the sand, making a mess of her her. These thoughts were unlike her! Once she thinks something, then she does it! And so, she decided to make a find home at this bay until something else happens!