Stavanger Bay Forget what we're told

The pale woman confirmed his notion that her strongest skills would be in the world of a healer. For a man who had gathered an entire group of warriors and brutes, the thought of having someone on the inside who was a capable woman with herbs and the natural world… well, he could not deny that it might have done them well. Skellige relied quite heavily on Doe and Deirdre in the arts of making sure his wolves were tended to; if he should allow the wolf Fluer into his pack, it would relieve some of the added stress on their daily tasks. The wraith was certain that his Atoll would have better things to do with herself than tending to the many injuries that seemed to flood across their borders. Half of the wolves that he had recruited had come with wounds of some sort, and he did not think it would be the last of them.
 
As the woman went on to explain a particular constellation, the inky titan listened for a moment before his vision was drawn to the approaching figure of a familiar face. Her sharp yellow eyes had flitted toward the newcomer and she had offered a little snap at the pale wolf on their borders. Skellige did not move to reprimand the witch doctor – she was merely tense after their previous encounter on the edge of the bay. He did, however, turn his attention back to Fluer with a single quirked brow. She had offered him enough information that would suggest she knew well enough of the stars. The sea wolf wondered if it would do him well to teach the girl of the Warsaw stars and constellations.
 
“Your skills would be welcome here, but you must know before you cross the border… our customs are not like most packs. We are worshippers of the sea and we have many rituals that you should learn before making yourself comfortable here,” he remarked to her in a quiet rumble. Darting his dark gaze toward Doe once before fixing the pale Fluer with his stare, the leviathan felt he needed to know if she could accept their ways. “If you have questions before stepping onto our land, I will answer them. This is Doe – our Atoll,” he tossed his muzzle toward the fiery witch doctor in a nonchalant fashion.