Stavanger Bay and every minute gets longer

Sorry if this is a bit disjointed in comparison to my last post. Internet keeps going out, which disrupts Spotify, which means I've been dealing with hearing my neighbors fight left and right... D:

Dispatched from the nearby woodland came a freckled figure. From the look of him, Mordecai would have wagered that he was still young, though how young it was hard to say. He thought of him as a yearling from his approach alone; the youth's regarding of Mordecai was very clear. He was inquisitive and business-like. And at the moment he spoke, he was very bold indeed; the statement almost caught Mordecai off-guard, as did the closer appearance of his speckled greeter. He was much younger than a yearling without the distance between them.

"I know plenty," he said at first, letting his brow furrow with wonder. "He's my brother. I told him I would come visit when spring came." Perhaps something had happened at the Bay to make them attach a precursor to all their visitors. But the tawny Ostrega did not jump to conclusions either, nor bring the questions to light that suddenly burned on his tongue. He imagined that his bold greeter would want to steer the conversation and rightfully so, Mordecai would let him.