Gilded Bay strength before weakness

Tagging @Rhællaa just for reference so that you know what Rose is up to! He'll be away from the island for just a little while, feel free to play out how she feels about that!

With the bridge that they had crossed before to get to the island that Rhælla had chosen as their home, now closed, Rosencrantz had to swim to the mainland. Being brought up in the North, where swimming wasn't necessary for anyone to survive, the long swim demanded a lot from the behemoth. Salty water clung to his soaked frame as he finally found himself back on the mainland, breath heaving and pushing as he caught what was lost during the swim. It was a new kind of strength he had to train in order to find comfort in such a swim. Perhaps he should train himself later on becoming a stronger swimmer. 

As thirst demanded him to find freshwater, the salty air kept his nose from finding any easily. Wandering the beach, it was something else that caught his attention - someone was here. Someone he knew very well from childhood. Guildenstern. 

His brother was roaming the beach, a scent he did not think he would come across. The brother who had left him in the barbaric pack. The hardened eye stared into the direction with which the scent was stronger. Even with thirst demanding his attention, tongue begging for the sweet release of freshwater - swiftly he found his way to the gathering of pools that the other snow-capped beserker had found.  

Standing a wolf-length away, quietly studying the one he had not seen in years. The white man had changed a lot since they had left met, both of them did. You were the last one I thought I'd find here. Finally, he broke his own silence. Eyeing the one he once called brother, carefully, waiting to see what kind of response he would get from Guildenstern.