Stavanger Bay choke this low till the veins start to shiver

The grey-coated female seemed to make pause in her journey once she had seen his body come to life, and truly there was reason to heed his figure. Though he had not actually risen from the dead, the dark wraith was closer to the land of the deceased than he was that of the living. Having taken very few companions in his life, he knew more of what it meant to take another creature’s life than he did to bringing life. Her assumption of him had not entirely been incorrect. Still, he remained in his position, eyes following her movements so that he could make sure she had no intention of flanking him.
 
The woman did not look at all familiar to him, though her coat coloration did remind him of his sister Ishild’s for a moment. This woman did not have the dark markings around her eyes, though. As she drew her figure closer to him, the male watched her with narrowed brows and a curling frown. Once she had closed some of the distance, he drew in the scent on her coat and instantly came to life.
 
“You have a healer in your pack. Small, pale, green eyes,” he remarked in a rumbling baritone. His words caused his lips to draw over his stained canines. “Does she still call the shores her home?”