Stavanger Bay [bwp/storm] what will you do when they come for you

kaylan was young, but instinct told him that something was not right. he could feel the stillness in the air. he could hear the quiet outside of the den. though he was not one talented at reading others, even he could sense the tension in his mother and in his siblings. he had followed when his brother and sister stepped out into the drizzle, taking in the wrath of nature. he did not fear storms, but he could tell that this was different. at most, he felt uncomfortable.

silently, he followed charon. he brushed shoulders against both ragna and floki, comforting, but he remained stoic. unfazed as wind and rain whipped against them. eyes watching the darkening sky.