Stavanger Bay blood and wine

His words of scorn had caused her shame. He could see the flush color of her pale cheeks and watched her ears flicker atop her head. Her apologetic stance did nothing for him. It was not the dark brute’s fault that she was incapable of fishing. But when she spoke again, he could see just how youthful she was… how many mistakes were left to be made. Children had always been good to Skellige. His ruthless demeanor and cold instincts had made him an enigma to them. This girl, though, would be coming into her adult life soon enough. She was not so full of youth that she could not be taught in the ways of the Warsaw wolves. A thought struck the male for a moment and he lingered longer, eyes sparking as he roved the form of the she-wolf.
 
“Treat it,” he chuffed softly, brows still furrowed over his dark eyes. “And I will teach you to fish as the Warsaw wolves learn.” It was an offer that she could not refuse. If she should try, he would chase the young girl from the bay and tend to himself.