Stavanger Bay And in the morning sun

wintersbane is left to ponder and watch as her silence engulfs him. when she does speak, it is a point towards the obvious and wintersbane regards her carefully; polar gaze cold and probing. he doesn’t know her and those words, though they didn’t sound threatening, could easily be misunderstood; taken as a threat. that she did not want him to lay claim to this bay …though she smells as if she, too, is just one.

not yet. he agrees, though the statement carries a weight all it’s own. he was of the mind that a place needed to be established before recruitment could begin, else he’d just be gathering a growing band of rogues that called no place home.