Stavanger Bay follow you down to the red oak tree

The waves swelled and softly crashed against the shoreline of the bay. The brackish water put the scent of saline and fish into his nostrils, smells that spoke of the sea and that he loved. His chartreuse gaze lingered upon the bay for a few moments, nose twitching and ears held erect above his masked skull. He took these moments to enjoy the sights and smells of the bay before him, but it was another scent that had obtained his focus. It was the scent of his brother.

Ears twitched as Jagoda lowered his maw to the sandy earth and picked up Skellige's scent. It took no more than a few moments to approached the paler man, who stood regally looking at the bay much as his darker brother had done a short while ago. Jagoda paused a few feet away from the other male and lowered his ears, a smile just slightly tugging at the corners of his lips. He spoke quietly, just loud enough to hear over the gently crashing waves.

"Skellige."