Stavanger Bay I took his hand, we stood back, and watched the banks turn red.

velen was rather distracted these days, for the bay still wreathed with delectable scents, and his mind reverberated with what ford had said. it was all he could think about, even as he set his eyes upon the waters and began to scan them harshly for prey.
but even that did not dissuade his thoughts, and the ceto turned away with a huff, padding instead into a patrol. the things he wanted could not be had yet. except for dalia. the recollection of her, in any way, brought a smile to decorate velen's features — it was with a lighter heart that he came upon upon the rocky beach and let his chestnut eyes alight in the direction of the stranger.
the wolf did not move, and nor did he. only the trees proclaimed life, drifting in the warmer spring breeze.