(J) salt in your blood

I'm playing it like Sköll is accepted erhm, I hope that's ok. >__>

Sköll liked the beach, liked the feel of the warm sand, having baked in the sun, as it molded under his paws making a perfect impression of his paw leaving a trail that would, eventually be washed away by the rising tide. More presently he liked the ocean, found the roar of each wave as it crashed against the shoreline soothing and reminiscent of Odinn’s Cove. It was a rather large trinket of home, he felt. His mission on the beaches that wrapped around the Isle, however, were not usually for the simple pleasures. He had yet to abandon his search for Hati and Fenrir though with each passing week the outlook became more and more grim to the Tiny Viking until he was left with three possible considerations: they had returned to the Cove, they were lost somewhere out there, or (and this was the worst) they were dead. The last, being his least favorite was the possibility he always skirted away from finding some sort of lost wisp of hope that it was one of the first two; if the twins were dead then it meant he had failed even more than he already thought he had as a escort and that Kenna would tear him open steal his life and probably curse him from going to Valhalla while she was at it if she ever found out.

Returning to the Cove until he knew for sure what had happened wasn’t an option.

It was on one such patrol that he noticed something different. He had passed a certain boulder every time he walked this way but there was something else hidden in it’s shadow, something that it seemed to Sköll that a seagull was loudly trying to bring attention too, odd yet in that he would have never paid much mind to it before. The Tiny Viking hesitated, wanting to draw nearer but also not wanting too because he wasn’t entirely sure what the second lump was. So he settled for letting out a bark to see if it would rouse before he decided either way to draw closer or ignore it.