Northstar Vale beseige me

kjalarr realizes, rather suddenly, that he has miscalculated.

perhaps it was ignorance or perhaps it was a simple lack of caring that took hold of those who traipsed through his bay despite clear signs of marking that grips kjalarr tight and manifests itself with a pettiness.

or perhaps it was the northman in his blood: born of battle and commander of raids.

regardless, consequence alerts him with the woman's piercing howl and the shape of two wolves closing in on him: cerulean gaze noting the shadow cloaked woman watching from on high.

though not elderly, he is not as blessed with the rebound he once had in his youth. to risk injury now, so far from tove and his bay might very well insight death; and while kjalarr does not fear death he is not ready to yet welcome it, either.

still, apologies do not come upon swift wings from the northerner.

a big home for two wolves, a lot of land to occupy, which was why he bit back the worst of his prickly nature when he came across wanderer trails in the bay. nonetheless, kjalarr breathes. i mean no harm. i'm only passing through.