Stavanger Bay [j] the break

Ragnar had been finishing up his patrols for the night, making his last leg on the stretch of beach — paying close attention to the break of arch in the cliff that barred the way into Stavanger Bay's lands. It was probably the easiest way for wolves to sneak onto their territory though not many of the trespassers, except for two of them, had ever utilized it. Not that trespassing into his land was a smart idea. Indeed, it had ended badly both times for Ragnar's mercy had been depleted the times before. The one had nearly died at Ragnar's jaws and the other had been chased out alongside one who Ragnar had not trusted much from the beginning. Normally, Ragnar wasn't so suspicious of his own ilk but the boy had given the Seer in the scarred Scandinavian a bad vibe. It was for the better, as far as Ragnar could be concerned. Maybe if he killed a few of them and put their bodies on grotesque display outside the borders others would get the message. No more. Prisoners were a lot of upkeep anyway. More time and effort that he did not have nor did he want himself, or any of the other members of Stavanger Bay to have to waste.

A pale silhouette caught his eye, draped in moonlight and for a second his heart nearly stopped as his body ceased it's forward movement to stare at her. Móðir. He shook his head quickly, chasing the notion away viciously. It was highly unlikely that Kenna would have braved the trip, especially when she had a new mate and her favorite son in charge of Odinn's Cove. Which left only one more realistic option. Hati. His only sister had returned to him and he had much to share with her. Hati, Ragnar cooed to his baby sister as he approached her, stopping when he was within a stone's throw of her. He had not held her wandering heart against her, for they were an adventurous people, curious to boot. They roamed and they conquered.

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