A cove juts out into the stormy waters just east of the Florelux Basin. Its curving arm encircles a far-off spit of rock which may actually be an island… none who have swum out to it have returned to speak the truth. Honestly, there is more than enough chance for advance on the Bay itself. Covered in the same overgrown foliage that shadows the floor of the Basin, it is home to many secluded glades, romantic overlooks toward the ocean, and no small amount of strange, wild herbs have collected in secret corners. The Bay’s original name speaks not only for the rough weather that often surrounds it, but for the storm of trouble that many an unwary wolf has stumbled into after sampling its pleasures.