The Sentinels the sea alone, with its multiplicity, holds any hope

Her words rattled him. The fur along his neck and shoulders bristled before he was forced to calm the irregular beating of his heart. The child had run to the wood! The leviathan felt a washing of relief, but it was quickly overcome by the thought that he would not be permitted to retrieve his little Sharkbait if the pale forest nymph denied him. The tone in her voice had not suggested anger or disappointment, but she did peer at him with a curiosity that burned holes through his thick inky pelt. Skellige would not falter in this – the sea was testing him.
 
“You have her?” he asked the pallid woman. Taking a step forward, the wraith lowered his head only slightly so that his gaze was pointed to her own. Though it was faint, he could scent the child on her coat, and his blood pumped so furiously through his veins that he nearly darted into the thick forest in search of the pup himself. Patience was forced on him as he peered at the woman who was to be his.