Stavanger Bay follow you down to the red oak tree

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It was remarkable how quickly the flood of Cairn scents seemed to strike the air around him. Since arriving in the wilds, the brute had spent a fair amount of time on his own and he had thought that his banishment would mean the end of his family… for some of them, he had counted on that. It hadn’t taken them very long to emerge into this new land, though. The idea almost had him smug; Warsaw would be without its most prized defenders and rulers, and all of it had occurred after they had forced him out. They had even presented Ksenia to him on a silver platter, without the muscle of Jaglon trailing behind her; that thought was enough to make his gut flip with excitement. The job he had set out to do would be finished.
 
Trailing the edges of the bay and moving to mark the borders with his scent, Skellige kept his gaze on the lookout for any of the others. He had instructed those who had intended to follow him; he had told them where they would be settling. The smell of Donnelaith sat close, but he knew that it would only benefit them if they could hold the alliance with the forest wolves. Certainly, Deirdre would be able to speak sense into the minds of her family and fellow pack members.
 
With a quiet huff, the titan thought to the members of the Cairn brood who had arrived already on those lands. He had found both Ksenia and Szymon. Ishild had come and scouted him. The only other three who were missing were @Jagoda, Jaglon, and the wild Leokadia. Drawing his gaze down the coast line, as if they would appear on the water’s edge, Skellige paused in his markings and simply allowed the scent of the saline to fill his nares.  

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