Stavanger Bay Fiddler's green

Erwin took a moment of his silence to consider something. If they were to grow, moving around endlessly would do them no good.
We'll split up here. He decided. Each of us will stray our own way in search of a territory to claim as our own. It will be easier then. In the time of three moon rises, let us meet back here to share our findings. This seemed the best choice for them both. But if Foxtail had other ideas, he should speak such now.