Stavanger Bay We read the wind and the sky

Set sometime after this thread. Accompanied by Murgash.

At some point along the way, Prialux ought to have realized something was wrong, but she didn't. She was naive and wholly trusting, and had no reason to believe that @Murgash had anything but good intentions. She was eager to see the place her repulsive, balding friend hailed from, and followed eagerly, even when her paws became unbearably sore and her legs were so tired she could hardly stand. For the first few days, she hardly thought about anything but her new creepy friend.

They reached the coastline some odd days later, and only then did Prialux begin to feel the stirrings of homesickness. That was squashed the moment they got close enough for her to actually notice the ocean. It'd been visible for some time, but until she could see the waves physically caressing the cold shore and hear the crash of water on earth, Prialux was unaware of it. Now that she could actually see it, however, her eyes grew huge and she stumbled forward rapidly, uttering a loud, astonished "Woaaaaaaah!" as she went.

traveling alone was one thing, but traveling with a puppy... aye gods; murgash wouldn't wish it on the worst of his enemies.

by the time they made it to the ocean he was tired, hungry, and crabby -- and he had a charge to take care of. thankfully, his charge was a fount of eversourced brightness; she did not wane or diminish -- her cheery demeanor kept him going in spite of the cold and hunger that afflicted him.

when he witnessed prialux's adorable reaction to the ocean, even his sores were balmed -- he trotted along besides her gayly, his tail waving behind him. as she gasped he stopped and beheld the view proudly, his chest puffed with slight triumph. "thet there, dear, is the ohshen. no beautifuller thoing there ever wos." he stepped forward again, inhaling the crisp salt of the air as he strode towards the depths.

he wondered if @Doe, @Szymon or @Skellige were about, and sent a tentative howl in their direction as they played on the sand.

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The call from the haggard and spindly brute was something of a surprise. Having stationed himself outside of the stone den to keep a watchful eye on his new children, the Leviathan thought for a moment that he was imagining the summons. With furrowed brows and a glance in the direction of Murgash’s voice, he drew his crown upward and struggled with the internal debate of leaving his spot in the sands or remaining there to guard his kin. Muses was inside nursing the pups and tending to their wellbeing. Doe had been quite the savior in keeping them watched and nursed when they needed it – he could not have been happier.
 
An indignant huff fell from leathery lips as the wraith rose and shook the granules from his pelt. His pace was almost leisurely; Skellige trekked across the bay with a swaying leonine grace. A chilling breeze tousled his coat and left his flesh feeling rigid and alert. He shuddered and picked up his pace until Murgash was caught in his sights – accompanied by an unfamiliar figure. The titan immediately stiffened and frowned. He closed the distance between them and squinted at Murgash. “What’s this?” he inquired with a gruff baritone, gesturing toward the child in the sands. His dark eyes roamed over her figure with moderate distaste.
 
With the new birth of his children and the arrival of Doe and Szymon’s pups, he had nearly forgotten the task he’d set his subordinates on. Skellige had asked for children (of the wayward variety), and it was Murgash who had produced. What an unexpected turn of events.

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A part of Prialux's heart was instantly drawn into the sea, and there it would remain. She wanted to dash out and touch the waves, but was deterred by Murgash's sudden voice behind her. She turned her head over a thinly crafted shoulder and regarded his patchy visage, then whipped her gaze back around to the glimmering ocean. "Yeah!" she agreed instantly. How could there be anything more beautiful than that? Prialux thought that Amara was quite beautiful, but Amara was her mom so that was a given, and didn't span hundreds of thousands of miles, anyway.

They reached the sand and Prialux, taken with the funny way it felt between her toes and the way her paws seemed to slip and slide on it, splayed her limbs out and barked jovially at Murgash. She played for what felt like an impossibly short time before someone else came to join them on the beach. This newest wolf reminded her of Banner, only a bit larger, far more masculine, and very rogueish.

She had yet to meet any wolf so rugged that had posed her any threat, and didn't yet know to feel either awe or fright when beholding Skellige. She was yet too young to be naturally cautious of creatures that looked harsh like he did. Her eyes went to the light marks that adorned his ribs automatically, drawn by the contrast, as the jet black man lobbed a question at Murgash. Ever cheerful and full of life, and also a little bit shy, Prialux craned her head back to stare up at his chin as she uttered a chipper but quiet, "hi!"

to murgash, it was all fun and games until stripey-bossman came.

instantly he was cowed by the superior man's presence, and for a moment he almost instinctively hunched over prialux as if protective of her. that selfless moment passed, partly because he was selfish and partly because other than dropping poor little pups to their certain death from high heights, stripey skellige seemed like a good guy.

prialux lead the introductions, clearly unphased by big scaryman. murgash felt somewhat boldened by her cheerful attitude and rejoined with a coarse "hoi!" in skellige's direction. "es a pup. kayootie, innit she? whoiy don't ye tell stripeylige yer name, darling?" he said charmingly, partly because he wasn't sure if they had exchanged it already and partly because if they did, he had already forgotten.