their fall from grace will pave their path

The last time Björn passed through the fjord, things had been different. Far different. What a difference, a year would bring. His mother had walked among them, and they'd adventured far to the south. Down to Auster, down to see another pack... he'd been a prince then. He'd meant something to the world around him, and had a future to stand on. It had been a tiring journey, but surrounded by his siblings, his parents, everything had been fun. Now? He regarded the chilly waters with a harsh gaze.

It's filled with ghosts. A scowl paints his rugged features, looking out over the landscape. Steep sides, funneling down to the water below. Taking a long look out over the sea, drinking in the salty air. It would only grow harsher as he traveled south, and he'd only feel worse traveling south alone. At least the heat of the summer has burned off some, being this close to the ocean. Not a bad place to camp for the night, especially as it was quickly approaching. Familiar, in the same way walking through a dream can be. Björn would ignore the aching in his chest for now. Try to drink in the scenery. Let himself explore, now that he's unbound.

"Björn"