Stavanger Bay morning glow

though not too old to be unable to produce children, kjalarr has had more spawn than he can count and his priorities lay in calmer pastures. he had done his conquering. he had sired his heirs. he now looks to build a place where he can live out the rest of years and, with any luck, die. this is the place his father had died, after all. though not his final resting place, if the disturbed grave he remembered finding once upon a time was of any indication.

i shall. kjalarr affirmed in a soft murmur and nod of his head. instead, he offers her what he can remember of the sub-territories while he shows them to her before eventually allowing her settle in when they had reached the end of their tour.