Stavanger Bay Off the cliff she tumbled

Though not a jealous creature by nature, Atoll's pride smarted all the same. She'd been the one to find Sharkbait on the shore, after all... but Skellige had been the one to throw her in. With both their claims on the child, it only made sense for the Leviathan to take charge and take her as his own. And though Atoll was glad to have Sharkbait among their ranks, she wished that she'd been the one to keep the girl. After all, no one had contested it when the ocean had given her to Szymon.

The sea had a funny sense of justice, though, and - as if reading the Blackrock beta's thoughts, had decided to provide her an outlet for her greivences. There, on the beach right in front of her, was another small and newly-baptized form. She descended swiftly on the creature, not caring who or what it might be - all that mattered was that it was hers, now, and she'd like to see Skellige deny that!

Of course, if he did, she would have to agree with him. But maybe... maybe she could keep this one.

"Hail," she said worriedly to her newest posession, drawing near to watch as she wretched fluid from her lungs. A coyote, her eyes and her nose told her - but this mattered little, in Atoll's mind. "Let me help you to fresher waters, lady - and I will give you something to soothe your throat."

She was very glad now that she'd gotten the proper herbs for Sharkbait, and then some to aide the other members of her pack. Now, she would use them to heal her coyote. It looked like she might need a bit more care the Sharkbait, but Atoll would do her best.