Stavanger Bay those who save lives, and those who take lives

@Rhællaa

 

While the seaside and coastal terrain had never been a compelling feature, the voyager had found himself perplexed and searching for a reason why his brother would wish to settle down there. It was so vastly different from the world in which they were born. The frigid northern land seemed almost barren in comparison with the lush life that was found in the Teekon Wilds. Guildenstern wanted only to know why that mattered. If the icy tundra of their birth had been enough to sustain them and allow them to grow through their youth, what more could they have desired? Perhaps it was the idea that Rosencrantz was searching for something more that bothered him. It suggested that the harsh man had found something to live for. There was no reason for it to vex him.
 
Large paws sunk into the sandy shore. Ocean waves lapped against it with just enough force to seem intimidating. The knight stood at the edge with an expression that reflected none of how he felt. The sea seemed to beckon him closer. He did not move from his position beside the pushing and pulling water. Overhead, the sound of seagulls carried in the breeze before they took the next gust and rose into the heavens and out of sight. There was a faded aroma there. Once, it seemed that the borders of that territory had been marked and claimed by a pack. Guildenstern wondered how long they had lasted there.