Stavanger Bay Maps for the getaway

Skipping Wednesday since she's just been lingering in the background and this is my last post. :) If that's not okay, just poke me!

With Ferahgo's last statement, Floki decided that it was time to go. He wasn't sure what to think of the pirate -- he seemed to know just a bit too much about the situation. How did he know that this had been a gravesite, when there was a distinct lack of bones or any other sign to indicate otherwise? At this point, it was nothing more than a bit of churned up dirt and scattered rocks at the base of an ash tree. Was he the one that had unearthed Ragnar's bones, and if so -- what had he done with them?

A shiver raced down Floki's spine as he realized that he didn't want to know. He shook his head, ears sliding back. Normally, he would have defended his pack's honor -- Ferahgo was wrong in his guess that the wolves of Stavanger Bay had been chased out. They had left the coast by choice, and their lives were better now for it. "No," he replied, "but I need to get going."

And without another word, Floki departed swiftly with a sinking feeling in his stomach.