Stavanger Bay good day for a haunting

This world didn't feel like his own anymore. Years had passed, like, a LOT of years since Szymon and Doe had walked this ground and given him life. He couldn't really recall what had ever happened to them in the end... nor the fate of the grubby beings he once shared a whelping nest with. Few names, like Julep and Thuringwethil, were familiar enough to edge his recollection - yet he couldn't be bothered with all that sentimental shit. Numerous concussions and more relevant life experiences since then left his memory cloudy anyways, so fondly remembering those who had once shaped him was a task he never attempted. 

Isengrim often found himself struggling to find footing in the world beyond him with such little sense of self to go on. It hadn't always been like this, but then suddenly, it was. One day something simply... stirred within him. It was the realization that he fundamentally did not know who he was. Perhaps it was that listless wonder that drove him to return to the homelands, or perhaps it was that he had nowhere else to go and nobody else left to follow. 

Somehow, an anchoring instinct had driven his weathered feet forwards. He had very little beyond it, but this innate sense of direction that urged him to return. Maybe his mother was calling him home. 

The scraggly beast falls to the shore upon reaching the banks of the water; his slender frame melting easily into the sand. The bay was gloomy and restless, much like the day his father had chucked them off the side of the cliff into the monstrous waters below, claiming the life of his brother. It was not a memory he could recall in full, nothing beyond knowing it had indeed happened and Julep's altered recounts. He sighs deeply against the chill of the season-changing wind dancing between his ribs. From afar one could deduce that he was a man surrendering to the eventual tide that would swallow him whole and send him out to sea as it did his sibling. 

He is yet to determine if there would be enough fight left in him to beat against the current and push his head above water, as his younger self had done that day. Eyes fluttered closed, he takes in the sounds of the bay and waits for a reason to stand.