Stavanger Bay there'd be swimming pools filled by models

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Shh. Silence. Only the gentle swish of the waves and the occasional cry of a white-winged seabird out looking for prey could be heard amongst the swift sea breeze. Much like the many rivers and dancing rivulets that had adorned his alpine home, Absolute had begun to call this rugged coastline his familiar ever since he’d let it become his pathway south. Though he was not yet aware of the ocean’s hidden bounties and merciless endeavours - for she was an entirely new being in herself - he had certainly managed to scrounge a living so far.

Sand crunched coarsely beneath his paws as he stepped in and out of the surf, nose barely brushing the ivory seafoam and he snorted - nope - sneezed. The arctic boy was left looking curiously at a grey, very much wolflike shape seated not far from where he stood currently within the ebbing tide. Whoever he’d ran across looked so peaceful; Absolute dared not disturb the other as he remained where he stood.