Stavanger Bay Well it's too late

She did not seem to be overly thrilled with it, he observed as he had drew to place a kiss on her cheek. He followed through with the action however, drawing back to stare at her curiously when she turned her to face him. Kjalarr could feel her eyes searching him ...but for what the viking didn't know. He drew in a soft breath, an apology on the tip of his tongue; but Freyja had wanted it too. He wondered, idly if she regretted it but why? There was no shame in what they'd done and due to his lack of sexual maturity there would be no children to come of it. 

Freyja sighed and turned away from him. For a moment as she walked away Kjalarr simply stared after her. It was only when she began to wade into the ocean's waves did he move to follow her, the tide of the sea lapping against the fur of his belly as he splashed through it to reach her. “What are you doing?” He demanded, suddenly afraid that she was going to go too far and be pulled away from shore from a rip tide as he'd been when he'd been a small boy; from these very shores to be exact. “Did I do something wrong?” Because she didn't react that way he thought she should have — not that he truly had any what to truly expect.