Stavanger Bay you are the night-time terror

@Ford ayy boo
Setting  few days before Drageda's infiltrated

In her pursuit to understand these new cosmos, the trek from her settled shoreline to the next had taken her leagues out of this evening. Her eyes are heavens-trained, made for those things that burned, burnished and far-away. She is entranced; nevermind that she'd entirely breached a whole other territory in the half of today. 

Perched upon crags and coral on the shoreline, waves grapple at the slab of bedrock she wavers upon. Her soul has taken ahold of her bright-star eyes, and she is left drifting between that yawning, hateful darkness eons between the constellations. The pallid she-wolf seemed to be in a heady orbit, trembling and obliviously unheeding to every sort of peril that skulked near and far for her. Even though the spirit of her body strained, begging her to be more awares. 

But she did not listen, and remained as she was - eyes dolefully to the universe that lingered in predestined, glimmering eruption, suspended in the dim of heavy indigo. A sun, setting, blazed at the horizon, swathing the ocean with colors befitting a sun's tantrum of giving way to night. Nearly, anyways.