Shimmering Sands like cracks in our bones

Levi Loðbrók had traveled for a year, finding himself among the myriad packs he'd lived with. One a warrior clan, another one of peace and healing, and yet a third devoted to a strange god. Levi had paid no heed to that religion, save for its merits of teaching love, unity, and friendship above all else. There he had learned peace within himself, and although the world around him could be harsh and cruel, Levi knew that if he cared for others as well as he cared for himself, all would be well.

On this crisp winter morning, the traveler entered the lands of his birth from the south, following he coast northward toward his home - or what he recalled of his home in the bay. He knew his family was not there, having moved after Ragnar's death, but it was the one place he knew to go to begin his search. Perhaps Charon would be close by, or perhaps he had left entirely. Whatever he found, Levi's heart beat a little faster in his chest as he continued north.