Stavanger Bay harsher times than these

The man had made it clear that she was not to leave. Mannoah didn't need to speak his language to understand that she was a prisoner here, and would be punished severely if she were caught trying to escape. A part of her had wanted to stay near him to keep herself safe. Aside from being the only familiar thing in the area, he was also the prime meridian of her new life. As long as she was near him, she could not be punished for going too far - but here, alone?

Mannoah didn't know how far was too far, or if there were any areas that might be off-limits. Probably he had explained all that, but it couldn't be helped. She merely walked slowly, nose twitching as she searched for a place to lay her head - or maybe food, water. (Would she be allowed to eat? Would her belly ever be full again?)

Even with all the fears that surrounded her and this strange New Place, Mannoah was oddly accepting of her new home and rank. She could not leave, but she had little desire to, by then. These shores had offered her little enough, and she was not eager to see what the rest of the wilds held.

When she found a cache, it was enough to pull a slim carcass from it and hurry back to the beach where she was found to consume it in silence.