Stavanger Bay Forget what we're told

Atoll dipped her head to acknowledge the introduction, her hackles soothed by the lack of emotion in his voice. It seemed he was neither displeased nor alarmed by the pale wolf's presence - and so, neither was Atoll.

"Hail," she murmured, studying the woman more closely, now. Would she get along with herself and Laggy? Giving a mental shrug and turning back to Skellige, she adressed her master: "I brought herbs to help Sharkbait. Will you point me toward her, or would you have me stay here?"