Stavanger Bay come wayward souls who wander through the darkness

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At once, the wraith regretted speaking. Her eyes widened with a desire to understand what he had meant, but all he could feel was that she was still a child and she would not be able to comprehend. Had she been older, he kept reminding himself; if there were a few more years under her belt, she would know the true nature of his intentions without needing to have them explained. The pale woman inquired to him why this would make her pack afraid and he snorted heavily, drawing his brows over his eyes so that they cast a deep shadow on his features. When she prodded him further, asking him to fully explain what he meant, Skellige shook his head and frowned. No, he had already told himself that if she could not understand then it was best for him to step away.
 
“Never mind, Deirdre,” he rumbled in a voice that suggested she should forget the words had ever been uttered from his mouth. His ears swiveled atop his crown and the frown that clung to his dark lips was not lifted even slightly. He had known it to be foolish; the sea king knew better than to attempt to have such a talk with one of her age, but he had hoped against all odds that she might be able to comprehend his intentions. And all at once he was beginning to second guess the bay and whether or not the mystics had pointed him in the right direction.
 
Angered with himself for his own actions, the brute’s fur bristled along his neck and shoulders. He turned his gaze away from her own and attempted to steady himself through the lapping of the ocean. Though he was willing himself to simply walk away from her, the question that fell from her lips caused him to madden even further. Curling his lip over his yellowed fangs, the man shook his head once more. “I said never mind, Deirdre,” the guttural tone of his voice was shocking even to him, and he felt his heart beat inside of his chest like a war drum. Perhaps this was the reason his mother had for keeping him from holding the high rank in Warsaw. The leviathan was weak and easily swayed by the beauty of some child; he was not fit to rule.

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