Stavanger Bay how does the wolf sing each night, of the dominion of his heart

 
Her call sounded overhead, and the brute shuffled from within his den. The inky creature drew his ears forward and breathed heavily in the air that carried promises of winter. A nervousness seemed to enter the irreverent beating of his heart. Brows furrowed, the brute turned to exit his home and turned toward the summons that had echoed across his lands. The depths had grown quiet and the leviathan began to fear that his pack would not survive well enough with only five members – one of which was carrying his children. The thought of sharing this news with Deirdre left a burning ache in his gut and he breathed heavily through widened nares.  
 
When he caught sight of the pale healer of the wood, Skellige lowered his head slightly and stepped forward so that his muzzle could move to brush against her own. "How are you?" He inquired of the girl with a rumbling voice. It felt as if it had been years since they had last talked. He could not help but to notice the changes in her shape and the size of her figure. She had reached her adulthood.