Blackbeak Bluff I know who I am when I'm alone

Trade thread anyone?

He trekked out from the lands of Saltwater on a rare excursion, desiring the taste of winter more than the salt which punctuated each breath. A return to something he knew. The beach had seen some snowfall in recent days while areas of higher elevation were more heavily assaulted by the weather; he crunched through it, feeling the packed and frozen sand between his toes when striding through the thinnest, newest snow. As Njal followed the hillside, he watched the air, the birds within it, and listened to the distant calls across the water. Even in winter, the birds had not abandoned the area. They coasted on the chilly air or basked in the pale sunlight, some diving in to the sea from great heights, but they never noticed him - or never cared. Njal limped along until he felt a twinge in his leg, and came to a restless halt upon the ridge.