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

boy, she asked a lot of questions. the woman was still beautiful beneath her scarring, which unfairly endeared her to velen somewhat. but the sharpness to her undertones caused the young wolf's guard hairs to prickle with warning. "why don't you tell me who you are, hmm?" the ceto invited, though his hard gaze made it clear he had not made a true request.
plume arching above his hips, velen pressed forward. she could answer or she could leave, and this was plain in his stance.