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

velen nodded, filing away what she had said. the sound — he couldn't recall having visited there, but maybe for alliance purposes he would take a trip in the near future. the mention of the cliff wolves was foreign; the bay was far enough removed from drageda for there to be no conflict between the two packs. 
he wanted to know more, but the scarred woman was still speaking, snatching his attention and redirecting it to talk of coastal wolves. "i've lived all my life on the sea, too," velen mused. "you're right. fickle indeed but i wouldn't trade it for anything." a rakish smile. "in the interests of positive stormrift-rusalka relations, please, come in," the ceto invited, stepping aside in case she took him up on his offer.