Stavanger Bay afternoon rays

with the bay growing with recruits, kjalarr does not think it will be too long until they have enough bodies to become official. even so, he keeps going through the motions: patrols, recruiting, following the herds in the sentinels closely. spring would be dawning soon and with it milder weather.

his return from a patrol has him crossing tove's path and on an impulse, the northman's course diverts to follow her's.

he comes across her soon, a quick sweep of cerulean gaze giving him the impression that she was tending to the thawing soil.

a soft chuff leaves his lips, so as to not startle her to his presence — if the sound of his footfalls had not already given him away.