It was settled between the brothers in a matter of moments, and though the two shared few words, there was an understanding of what was to take place. Jagoda would fit well with the wolves of the depths; he was somewhat uncouth and a little daft at times, but his mind was in the right place. His younger brother had always had a knack for being in the right place at the right times. Skellige could not fault him for leaving behind Warsaw in search of something more… it had seemed that this was what the other Cairn children were doing as well. Should they all find themselves in the wilds, the leviathan knew that great things would come to that place.
 
Jagoda inquired to him what needed to be done and the inky sea king turned his skull across the waters with a small sigh. “I would like you to make yourself known to the others. Get to know them. The Witch Doctor, Arturo, and speak with your little brother… I know you and the others may have treated him roughly on Warsaw, but give him the benefit of the doubt,” Skellige remarked. He would not punish Jagoda if he decided to beat once more on Szymon, but he would suggest that it did not happen.
 
“Work on creating caches. You always were a good angler,” he then added with a small nod of his skull.  

Jagoda seemed perfectly obedient to the idea that he would need to make his rounds and get to know the others within the pack. Though the pale faced youth had always been the type to do well at following orders. The only privacy that the fel-eyed young man had gotten had been when he was on his own in search of prey. Though Jagoda had been very adept at his angling abilities, he had never truly pursued a climb in the ranks of the Warsaw wolves. The white-faced boy was something of an anomaly but welcome to the depths nonetheless.
 
The boy inquired as to where he could find the witch doctor and Skellige turned to him with a thoughtful expression on his dark features. “She’s a flighty one. She’s been gathering things for the blessing of the lands. Small with a dusky pelt and eyes the color of the sun,” he explained the girl’s appearance to his brother merely because the girl had not given Skellige had name upon meeting. “You may find her if you talk to Szymon – he’s been tending to helping her with what she might need.”

Whether or not Skellige had known it, the sea had spoken to give them two witch doctors. Arturo, though composed and well-mannered most of the time, had taken a nasty fall that had rendered him into two different beings. The great sea wraith had not spoken to his ally since allowing him into the bay, and so his knowledge had only consisted of the girl who had been brought to him on the plateau. She had struggled at first to gain her footing, but was doing well with the preparations for their blessing and so the bay could come to life with the eyes of the mystics upon them.
 
Jagoda inquired about the whereabouts of their brother, Szymon, and Skellige nodded his head in response. “He’s been darting around aiding the witch. You may want to check in the further reaches of the pack territory, near the forest,” he suggested. “At any rate, make yourself at home here. Begin setting a den, and once the blessing is to be had, I will call for everyone to gather.” The brute nodded his head to his brother and offered a soft bump of his skull against the other man’s shoulder before turning into the bay and setting about with work of his own.