Stavanger Bay follow you down to the red oak tree

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.”