Stavanger Bay Life's a little sideways

Floki frowned, glancing surreptitiously up the coastline as though the pack that Tevinter mentioned would magically appear. He found himself wondering if these were the same wolves that he had confronted near Ragnar's grave; they hadn't been physically aggressive, but there had been something menacing about them. Perhaps it was the same group that had attacked Tevinter's new Alpha.

"Thanks for the heads up. I actually ran into some weird wolves when I was here a few weeks ago..." he said, his voice trailing off. Did Tevinter know about their father's burial site? He hesitated, then decided it was worth bringing up. Tevinter was Ragnar's son too, after all, and if anything he appreciated the old Viking much more than Floki ever had.

"Actually, I was visiting Ragnar's -- Dad's gravesite. Someone had dug it all up," he added, the furrow in his brow deepening. "Have you been by there lately?" he then asked. Charon's words echoed in his mind -- it didn't really matter what had happened to Ragnar's bones, because they kept the memory of him alive in their hearts and minds. But it still disturbed him to think that someone had been audacious enough to wreck a cemetery plot that hadn't belonged to them.