Stavanger Bay blackwood farm

The sea spoke soothing words; Rowan was no threat to them. It was enough for Atoll, and it seemed to be enough for the Leviathan as well. The Blackrock beta let her tail lash once, twice in greeting before looking back to Skellige, ears quirking as he questioned her further. His tone seemed gentler than she was acustomed to; Did he also sense the new life that surrounded the Donnelaith woman?

Atoll peered speculatively at her pale, unswollen sides. The smell was only faint upon her. It was possible she'd just been around another pregnant shewolf, but Atoll did not think so. There was a glow about her that had nothing to do with the moonlight.

Further interested in the pale wolf's business here, Atoll gave enough encouraging wag of her tail and swivelled her ears attentively. Ready to listen!