Stavanger Bay The sea runners

Memphis's attention was firmly grasped upon as the grayish-brown hued wolf exchanged a few words, unable to hear him clearly due to the continuous noise from the ocean currents, but he did catch the drift of what he said. His yellow eyes of pale coloration developed a powerful gaze at his approach, and Memphis remained composed and neutral, not overly submissive yet not overly dominant either. He generally treated all the vagabonds as an equal whenever he encountered them in the unclaimed territories. His thick coat of varying pigmentation froze, no movements exceeding from his body, though the light breeze that wafted the oceanic fragrance occasionally ruffled the threads of his fur in disarray. He still wondered out of mere curiosity why the other male was keeping out of sight on the boulder's concealment, but his curious expression didn't meet his exterior. Perhaps the stranger wanted to enjoy his moments of solitude without being interrupted. If he had a desire to be lonely on the shore, Memphis would entirely understand him, for he knew what it was like to spend time alone and bring out inner peace.

The grey wolf parted his maw, indicating that he was preparing to speak, though no words were uttered aloud. For an uncanny period of time, he withheld such a positioning, but he couldn't deny that it was with the intent of words that such the altering of body language was taken to. "I've always been one for scenic displays, and I must admit it's quite beautiful out here." The tip of his whitened muzzle slightly tilted downwards, composedly observing the glistening waves that caressed the shoreline. "You decided to come here and enjoy the breathtaking view of the ocean as well?" As soon as the sentence left his maw, Memphis found himself mildly confused by them; they seemed so out of character for him, for he was the type of wolf that usually maintained a reserved demeanor. "I'm Memphis." He offered, returning with a glance in the male's direction. Upon speaking on behalf of his identification, another quick inclination of his head was performed, such a proper display of mannerism when exchanging a most priceless piece of information.