Stavanger Bay it is a common fault

Gentle eyes wandered the surroundings, taking in the sight of the bay. This would be her home. Hopefully for a lengthy time.

As it gives me shelter, I will give it everything I am able in return. A solemn oath to the bay and to those who would reside within.

Then back to Kjalarr.

Tove...? Though spoken in form of a question, it wasn't meant to be. She had been testing the name on her tongue, committing it to memory. 

This Tove would be sought out promptly, as would the other pledges. There was an eagerness inside. An excitement. Cyrena was looking forward to seeing what would become of this venture, and it started with meeting her new, potential pack-mates.