The ivory prince sniffed the air once before approaching the beach, the waves were calm today, crashing against the beach in a slow rhythm, he sat down, the waves rushing towards him, lapping at his paws before retreating back into itself and unfolding again. It helped him to concentrate on well, positive things in his life rather than the negative. A part of him still wondered if it was right to leave Audhild in the hands of his father who had proved himself not a worthy Alpha. Would he torture here?

No, he wouldn't hurt the tiny flame that ignited his life. A man could be jealous of his sons but his daughter would always be the light of his life. He supposed it was true. At least he had settled down now, in a pack where he could begin again. A new life. It could've been worse, he could have died on this long journey or forced to stay in a pack surrounded by land at all sides and although only a few members spoke Norse in this pack, it was better than none. Even if he couldn't speak it in front of those who did not know.

The ivory prince wondered if anyone was going to the beach today, if anyone came along to its shores often. He did but perhaps the others preferred the safety within the borders of the pack. His thoughts wandered to the topic of trades, he had thought to pursue Outrider but wanted to stay to get used to Stavanger Bay so he was familiar with it.

Another scent drifted towards him and he pricked his ears. It was familiar. He rose to his paws and keen cerulean eyes found the Queen of the Bay. He approached her gracefully, dipping his head at her. “Halló, hvað ert þú að gera?" he asked, forgetting to speak English again.

He realized his mistake a moment later and hurried to correct it, "Sorry, it takes time for me to get use to speaking English." he murmured an apology. "What are you doing? May I help?" he asked in his soft accented voice, eager to do something for the Queen.

He blinked once as the sea sent its spray towards his face but his impassive expression did not change.

"You are still learning?" he asked incredulously, "But you speak good Norse." he had told her that his English wasn't that good but he wouldn't mind speaking it if that was the Queen's native tongue and she was more fluent with it.

"I am merely walking is all. You could accompany me if you like, we are not allowed past the borders at the moment without an escort, but I do not think I will go that far anyway. Tell me about yourself Syver. and You may call me Thistle if it suits you."

"Why can we not go past the borders without an escort?" he asked, aware of his bad English but he did not dwell on the darker topic instead moved on to another.

“Ég er með systur og bróður, en bróðir minn lést nokkrum dögum eftir fæðingu." He spoke softly and slowly before turned to look at Thistle briefly. "My sister, Audhild is still alive."

"A male wolf with white eyes attacked one of our own. Tried to rip her throat out actually. So my husband Jarl Ragnar has stated no women or children past the borders without an escort." said Thistle, shrugging. The white prince tilted his head and gazed at Thistle with cerulean blue eyes thoughtfully. “Hefur gaurinn fundist og látnir svara til saka?" he spoke slowly and softly in his accented voice, danger lurking beneath those calm words.

"Surely he isn't that hard to find, there are not many wolves with pure white eyes are there?" he said, gaze drifting away towards the sea as they walked. I am sorry to hear that. I had two older half brothers that were killed. I have two brothers as well that were born in the same litter as me. My parents may have had more since I left I do not know though. said Thistle.

The ivory prince shook his head, smiling softly. “Ekki vera hryggur fyrir mig, fyrir bróðir minn Einar er örugglega veisluhús með guðina Valhalla." he murmured. "They are in a better world, with the gods." he said.

He did not wish to dwell on the darker subject instead changed direction. “Systir mín Audhild er mikið eins og þú, hún er góður og elskandi þó getur verið eins og grimmur eins og tígrisdýr ef þörf krefur. Hún myndi gera góða shieldmaiden og svo myndi þér, ef þú hefðir valið þessa leið." he spoke slowly before realizing he had spoken in Norse.

"I hope you don't mind me suddenly speaking in ancient Norse, it takes time to adjust as back in my natal pack, everyone spoke Norse."