Stavanger Bay it is a common fault

The pale woman had been watching Kjalarr oh so carefully, if not even more-so fondly.

Calm, was the way he spoke. Although he spoke little, each word drew her attention eagerly. An interesting man, she decided.

"I was born here."

This made more sense, then. Many would choose to care for a land that had once been known to them, rather a strange one.

A far better reason to choose it, then, aside from the view. It will make for a pleasant home, surely. 

More. Cyrena pleaded in silence. She wished to know more of his culture, traditions, and intentions for this land.

You've peaked my curiosity. The woman voiced softly, pressing a thoughtful gaze upon him. Tell me... Are there any former known traditions that you will adopt for your pack? Perhaps it had been her way of suggesting the possibility that she would request to join along with him. Then again, perhaps not. She needed to know more before any decision would be made.