Stavanger Bay Gone with the wind

Stavanger Bay had been on Floki's mind as of late; not because he regretted the move to Moonspear, but because he had visited recently with Wildfire. He also yearned to see his father's grave. Tevinter had told him that it appeared that someone was tending to it, and the brothers had promised to visit together. They hadn't yet, so Floki took matters into his own hands and departed from Moonspear as soon as the sun rose.

The air was cold and brisk, and the lowlands around his mountain home were coated with snow. As he moved towards the coast, however, the temperature rose -- if only slightly -- and the frost gave way to dampness. The scout followed a trail that was all too familiar, leading him into the heart of Stavanger Bay's forest rather than to the ocean -- though he could smell the salty breeze and hear the thrumming of the waves in the distance.

All was quiet and undisturbed, but he stopped short when an unfamiliar smell reached his nostrils. Someone else was in the wood. The boy bristled, becoming defensive as he crept forward, moving through the dense underbrush towards the beach. Soon enough, he crested the dunes and left the trees behind him; down below he spotted a grey figure, standing motionless by the sea. Wary, Floki chuffed, but said no more.