Stavanger Bay choke this low till the veins start to shiver

The nature of his relationship was far too young to be considered friendly. The inky titan had merely been offered the companionship of the young woman because the sea had willed it upon him. She had come to tend to the wound on his neck and shoulder, and – at that time – nothing more. The assumptions that Osprey had made internally about the great brute were close enough to his true nature. Though the slate-coated woman did not know him or where he hailed from, the apprehension in trusting him was not without cause. He had been birthed with the inky coat and savage expression as a warning for those passersby who happened upon him, just as she had.
 
When the girl spoke and made the effort to relay his message to Deirdre, the leviathan nodded his head slowly and drew his tongue across his muzzle and leathery lips. “That would be…” he paused for a moment, squinting his dark optics at the female, “greatly appreciated.” Though formalities were not the wraith’s forte, he could afford a few niceties in an effort to have his message delivered. Skellige was a skeptical brute, though, and thought that this wolf of the forest would hold tightly to his words instead of sharing them with the young healer of her pack.