Stavanger Bay vikings mourn their dead

It's perfectly ok! <3

Krypton's question did not come to the viking queen as any sort of surprise for it had likely been clear enough of Gyda's fondness for Stavanger Bay. It was her home, and more special because it had been a land her father had chose to raise his family and rule his pack. A place he'd deemed to be a safe haven against the wolves of Wheeling Gull Island because though it had been Ragnar's nature to fight he understood that it might take the life of wolves he had came to care for. He was an admirable man and Gyda hoped one day to be the ruler that he was. “No,” The word hurt more than Gyda would have cared to admit. She did not want to leave, she wished to stay and claim it and restore what her father had once built here but his grave was what was truly precious to her. She could not move it, however, and she understood that with time it would be raided or forgotten about.

Her father had went to Valhalla, that was where he was truly, more than just his corporeal being. “This is not the only territory my father held beloved to him, there is another slightly north east of here, Ravensblood Forest,” Gyda turned her eyes to the horizon for a few moments before her gaze fell back upon Krypton. “Perhaps I shall claim that, instead.”