Stavanger Bay Beyond the Water

ashenvale. donnelaith. the names reverberated in velen's mind and brought him little peace. he had no timeframe for when he might claim the woodland for his own, but knowing that the event simply existed upon his horizon had sent the ceto into grim planning.
it would not be this year, but perhaps the next. the season had still not lifted, leaving the chestnut-eyed creature with a great feeling of restlessness — and titillation. but he turned his mind from that half-formed thought and set his gaze upon the newcomer standing near the water's edge.
"hello, friend," velen greeted, extending his muzzle to take in the scent of his brother on the other's wither's as he approached. a smile curved his lips. "what do you think of our great sea?"