Stavanger Bay xxxvii. you've got a beautiful brain

AW, ecologist #10

It was some time before Lótë found the chance to go hunting after the sea once more, but when she did she skirted the Weald completely and bypassed the fire-blackened forest -- which had once been the great home of Teekon's druids, unbeknownst to her. She found it to the northwest of the ruined woods that smelt of brine and seawater, even so far inland. 

She had never seen the ocean, wandering out across the golden-white sands as her lips went slack with awe -- steps stumbling slightly as they hitched on tiny dunes. Lótë stopped at the water's edge to let the waves lap at her paws teasingly, pallid jade optics flickering up to watch the raucous gulls bicker over their catches as they flapped and dove in midair.