Stavanger Bay kingdom come

a figure was in the distance, unfamiliar, his scent also unknown to the northman. pleased, kjalarr noted that he was respecting the borders that he and those who had pledged to his budding village had established and re-enforced. he approaches as quick as the soft ache in his scarred, marked hind leg would allow.

when he is close enough, kjalarr lets out a low chuff.

i am kjalarr, he introduces. konnungar of the bay. it felt strange, in a satisfying sort of way, to give himself that title. how may i help you, stranger? he inquires.