Stavanger Bay ah, just burn it up

He comes to her. Not an ounce of hesitation, not a moment question of how they'd come to find one another again so easily. Perhaps tethered by an invisible rope, bounding their souls together by the hurt and loss they so shared. They would find their way though one another again.

Trotting into her direction now down the beach, the huntress pulls herself up from the sandy earth and into a sit again, her side quickly occupied by the company of her traveling companion as they now both looked out toward the open water.

His scent has changed since being here. Musty earth replaced with salt and yet still holding that rocky tinge of the born mountain dweller. It is... She took in a deep breath, a small smile. This place here reminds me of a spot in Torbine I really liked... A pause and then, side glancing to him she clarifies. My family's land. The first and likely largest of many different branches, she thought.