Stavanger Bay anymore

muzzle and jaws littered with fresh wounds rent by their new leader, velen spent a goodly amount of time searching for ford, aching with the weight of his own failures, his own quaking anger.
and when his brother’s scent trailed off into the shared lands, velen knew what must be done. loathe to leave dalia alone for any length longer, the ceto hesitated, then turned and paced back across stormrift’s borders.
he came for the seafoam girl immediately, bristling as he read in the land where her scent had crossed with that of firefly. and when he saw dalia searching for him, he bounded to her without hesitation.
”did he hurt you? what did he say?” velen demanded in a rush of fear, sidling closer to check her for any marks of teeth, any ruffled fur.