Stavanger Bay let the fire burn inside you

Kjalarr gave a flick of his tail and a loud snort when she shouted over her shoulder about his “daddy problems” — whatever that meant. He had no issues with Ragnar; besides how could one have issues with their father when said father was dead? His lip curled at her once more as she turned and disappeared into the darkness. Kjalarr lingered deciding to be merciful and give her the benefit of the doubt ...but only for a measure of time. After about half an hour later he followed after her trail wanting to ascertain that she had, indeed, left Stavanger Bay. Only when he confirmed that she was gone did he return to the ruined grave, speaking a soft prayer to Odin before he poked around until he found the long since abandoned Jarl's den and shrugged through the overgrown shrubbery before he situated himself at it's far corner and settled in to rest during the day before he would set out, back to Ankyra Sound in the following dusk.