Stavanger Bay we dwarves are natural sprinters

the sentinels reared silent and foreboding behind velen as he returned to the bay. the darkness of night had fallen across stormrift now; for a long moment, he did not enter the borders, but stood looking at the domain he and his brothers commanded now, gaze traveling with a quiet affection across the ridges and forested land he had come to know intimately.
the flowered thinness of dalia's scent floated to him now, and velen followed it back into their encampment. she had stayed within their borders, but he knew saucy's arrival might somehow buoy her, and for that he was grateful. intending to visit her briefly before removing himself to his den for slumber, the boy picked his way carefully across the terrain in search of @Dalia.