Stavanger Bay The sea runners

Intended to take place before this!

A pungent, salty odor filled the air as Tahoe drew farther north. His coal hued nostrils flared as he daintily lifted his snout to the oncoming breeze. The wind tickled his rhinarium, delivering unfamiliar scents before dying into stagnancy. He could decipher that the smell was carried from a distance, yet strong enough to survive the journey. It had the same paludal aroma as the waterways he knew from back home. Yet this time, it was uniquely fetid in nature. Curiosity brewed within him. Tahoe had never been entranced by the idea sightseeing for adventure, but it'd be idiotic to ignore something as prominent as this. Bemused, he decided to continue on his chosen route and investigate the phenomenon.

As he grew nearer, the zephyrs transformed into chaotic torrents of wind that tussled with his pelage. The forest fell behind him now, giving way to a sea of tall grasses which grazed his long limbs as he traipsed through. The malodorous scent was at its peak in strength, coupled by the constant raucous crashing of water against a solid mass. In the distance, he saw it. An endless plateau of water churned ahead, bearing semblance to the lakes he had seen throughout his travels. This lake was different, it went as far as the eye could see. Tahoe had never seen the ocean, until today. With more haste to his step, he advanced further. The grasses lessened in height and number to eventually become replaced by more barren terrain. Muddied tones of tans and yellows coated the earth in fine granules. Ahead, the land gently sloped downward before being devoured by the sea. A blackened boulder strewn upon the shoreline caught his eye. Tahoe strode forth, deftly hopping atop it. His claws scrabbled against the stone as he searched for ample footing. Finally satisfied, McBride cast his gaze frontwards, observing the glittering waters dance beneath the midday sun. It was truly a sight he'd never forget. He studied the shoreline, spotting a distant lupine silhouette. Tahoe lowered himself onto his underbelly, squinting at the form. His senses were useless now. The ocean waves drowned out any other sounds, plus the stench of it alone was enough to take his breath away. His eyes were his best asset here. Hopefully this fellow would decide to leave him in solitude.