Stavanger Bay Maps for the getaway

Ferahgo did not expect the traditional submission of his wolves; had he, he may have taken great offense at the way the brutish wench came to his side. In fact, she had it right by offering her presence but not her tongue. She was there if he had need of her, but she was not intruding upon his business with...

Floki, as the wolf introduced himself. The gray male lost his suspicion and laid his fur down, to the amusement of the Captain, who was inclined to believe it was his strong presence alone that caused the wolf to think twice about his attitude. "Ahoy, Floki," he greeted, his cracked lips lifting into a toothy smile. "Outrider ye say? So what brings an outrider over here—" Ferahgo took a long, noisy sniff. "Away from he's crew?"