Stavanger Bay and everybody's got a shine on, walking down dayglow vista road

stavanger bay was gaining more and more visitors: though if they intended to stay and help re-build the kingdom of his birth, kjalarr knew was in the allfather's paws alone. still, he was not as prickly as he would be soon: with bits and pieces of the bay bearing unestablished borders. once he'd gone through the dull process of scent marking had roughly established the borders then he'd be less likely to allow the passing through his claim.

it does not take kjalarr long to find the stranger, despite the haze that settles over the sandy shore of the bay. a soft chuff leaves the northerner's lips in an effort to garner his attention.