Stavanger Bay inch by bloody inch

Leokadia snarled, food-aggressive, as the other drew nearer to her. Although the scent of her brother was upon the she wolf, Leokadia did not discriminate who she fought away from her food, him included. Though Skellige won those skirmishes, Leokadia did not get as large as she had from letting others near to her catches or else plundered meals.

One forelimb stretched over the meal as she shifted to a stand, her eyes sharp and wary both upon the other. The question merited a short nod. And you are a follower of his, she deduced. For if it were some foe, she expected to simply be met with fang.