Stavanger Bay And all I am is all I could not mention

Lagertha found she kept to herself often these days. It wasn't so bad, the Viking didn't need anyone around for long periods of time. She was content to rise in the morning and patrol or hunt, going about her tasks with silent contemplation.

The times when she were near the ocean were her favorite, the brine of the wind blowing in a comforting scent. It was one such morning, near dawn, when she crept down to the Sea to stand in the waves as they washed around her paws. 

"Hva du skjule dine dybder du?​" Her native tongue slipped out, whispering the words to her new God.