Soft waves rolled over the sand, lightly caressing the bottom of my fathers makeshift raft. The tattered fabric that waved in the wind was finally able to rest. Between the heavy clouds in the sky, the sun peeked out, as if to welcome me to the island. I stepped off the raft into the light sand, my paw sinking in. It felt warm against my paw pads, until a small wave lapped over my paws. I breathed in the salty air and started to assess the land. Above the shoreline, rough and rocky land gave way, snow lightly covering small areas, while others had flowers bursting from the ground. Pinks, yellows and reds all mashed together in patches between the rocks, like an impressionist painting. I don’t have time to enjoy this I thought. I needed to find someone who could help me find the Shrine of Freyja to ask for her blessing. I padded forward, hoping to find any sign of life. A hut, a cave, a fresh carcass. Anything! The ocean breeze was comforting in this new unfamiliar world
