Stavanger Bay saltwater running through my veins

Spar with the lovely @Saucy
(short, sorry, but I had to get it done before I left the house)

It was early in the morning and the seagulls were only just beginning to boast their throaty harping into the stillness of dawn. If there had been a lighthouse, its beam of light would no doubt have casted a fragile glow across the dark depths of the water boiling just out of the sun's reach. Moments like these were Embry's favorite; when the world lay open and vulnerable to his steady gaze. He could stare across the expanse of sapphire blue for ages and have no regrets. 

The large male's fur of chocolately browns and creamy whites was subdued in the half-light to a blend of shadowy ochres.