at the end of the day, we're just getting started

They make landfall at pretty much the same time... Björn would allow it. For now, he'd allow it. The swim was enough to take the wind out of his sails for a moment, the boy shaking water free from his coat. Sending it flying in every direction, letting it catch in the red sunlight. Tossing his antlered head, he looks to his companion. She's... well, if she's hungry, who is he to argue?

But it doesn't seem like she needs his help, either. Björn is quick to take to the perimeter, securing the area. Never any knowing exactly what lurked in the dark, especially in an archipelago so large. Dove Island's signature birds called softly to each other here. The rot prince picks up a steady jog down the beach, making sure they're well and truly alone, before getting too comfortable. Drinking in the scenery where it spreads around him. A curious boy, unfortunately for everyone around him.

"Björn"