Stavanger Bay Life's a little sideways

“Thank you,” Kjalarr murmured to Floki with gratitude when his twin promised to pass along a greeting. Kjalarr was not so sure that Thistle currently cared much for her wayward son but it was nice to know that Floki was willing to pass along, at the very least, the greeting. What Thistle chose to do with that …well that was up to her. A soft noise of amusement left Kjalarr's lips when Floki mentioned about the sea and how it must have been nice to live by it once more. Indeed, Kjalarr thought, it was. They had been born close to it and despite that it had almost stolen Kjalarr's life he loved it, loved living next to it. “It is,” Kjalarr responded with a soft smile tugging at the edges of his scarred muzzle. “I didn't realize how much I missed it.” He admitted. 

“Which reminds me,” Kjalarr drew, glimpsing left and then right over his shoulders, as if he'd remembered that Stavanger Bay wasn't their home any longer despite that it had ceased to be their home a very long time ago. “I don't know if you're aware or not but there's a pack on this coast, they claim the Isle north of here, that you should be careful around.” Kjalarr passed along the same warning he'd given Scimitar and Kaskara, just in case. “I haven't came across any of them personally but my alpha was attacked by them.” Perhaps his warning was unnecessary for they'd been quiet as of late but Kjalarr was inherently not so willing to give the benefit of the doubt; and the very last thing he wanted was for his twin to be attacked by them.