Stavanger Bay choke this low till the veins start to shiver

At once the slate colored stranger became defensive, and the response that slipped from her muzzle was not kindly in the slightest. The wraith chuckled softly and shook his head from side to side. He was not even certain that this female knew who he spoke of, but he had been interested enough to inquire, so he would see it through. Drawing his head upward to show the seaweed that was wrapped along his neck and shoulder, the sea king flicked his eyes to her and frowned.
 
“She aided me when I was injured and said she would return, but has not,” he explained to this woman in a level tone. Best not to frighten her, he thought to himself with a wicked expression on his features. Osprey was rightfully wary of the wraith. Even his physical appearance commanded some sense of unease from most creatures that he happened upon. Skellige was not perturbed by her, though, and did quietly hope that she would know if Deirdre would be returning to finish tending to his wounds.