Stavanger Bay the thief and the moon

@Dalia

The wraith moved from the sea and onto the shore, dripping water from every inch of his massive frame as he swept toward the middle of the bay. The power beneath the coarse and inky cloak was evident when the water forced it to cling to his frame. Still, while he had just emerged from the sea, the jagged quills of fur along his neck and shoulders had already started to rise upward. A chilling winter wind whipped across the stretch of the bay and forced him to shudder beneath its touch. They would have months remaining before the sun would grace them with warmth and heat, but it provided them with a great opportunity to endure the hardships that the colder seasons brought.

Once he had reached the mid section of the beach, the warhound turned his head down the length of their claim and sought the image of Dalia. It had been enough time that she should have been more than prepared for their lesson. With a small frown, the skeletal brute drew his head back and called for her. Then, he waited to see if she would arrive to learn what he had to offer.