Stavanger Bay savegame

I couldn't resist so I hope Tev is okay... (I mean technically he falls into that category, lol)

Tev had taken to his weekly routine of making the trek to Stavanger Bay to tend to Ragnar's grave. He wasn't sure who else tended to the fallen Northman's grave ...and wasn't quite sure if his mother was up for the question and the not-so-gentle reminder any mention of his father's grave might bring with it. Thistle wasn't a fragile woman by any means, that much Tevinter could see quite clearly, but she'd confessed to him about her depression and he wasn't sure if she was ready to talk about Ragnar's grave yet. He suspected it might be her but he couldn't tell for sure. He brought nothing with him: he hadn't known his father well enough to actually mourn him per say. He simply wasn't there one day and perhaps Tev had done his mourning as an infant, unable to truly grasp what the lack of presence had meant. Yet, his father was with him. In his blood, and though he was not aware of it: his appearance (most of it anyway) and his changing personality.

These thoughts were broken as the he shrugged through the ash trees into the small clearing, and noted a gray-scale mass that quickly took the form of another canine. An unfamiliar canine, and not a young male whose scent Tev recognized. He was standing too close to the burial ground, appearing to stare down at it. Sure, Ragnar was nothing more than decayed flesh and bone but it was an automatic reaction to assume that he was going to do something to it. Stavanger Bay might have been free territory now (as strangely disgruntled as he was about that) but this...this place felt like it should have been off limits to those whom did not know the Viking.

“Why are you here?” Tev demanded, his hackles bristling along his spine, gaze of caribbean blue and silver sharp.