Stavanger Bay archaic

he moves a step closer - not to infringe on her personal space, but as if drawing her into being his co-conspirator, a mischevious smile playing his mouth. "something along those lines," he agrees: "there is one newly fledging in ravensblood forest, east from here. the claim is staked but not made official yet."

samothes hums, rose-tinted eyes cast back out across the shore in thought. "i was an alpha's child - my bloodline has a legacy. it's quite refreshing to instead witness the birth of a new legacy." though peace and love were his family's priorities, nevertheless the creeping lines of their dynasty felt, at times, suffocating. he was unlike his dear samaantine who took to their home with ease - his decision to slip away had been easy for him. finally he straightens slightly, drawing his attention back to his beguiling new company. "and yourself, thelxiope?" he asks. "do you intend to keep travelling for-ever?" it is not a question designed to position him as a recruiter: merely he is curious, somewhat enchanted by her company, and all-too aware of winter's descent around them.