Stavanger Bay Den-mother Doe

The woman's touch was tender and careful. Her tone took on the same qualities. Sharkbait just remained still, making no reply to her reassurances. Her wide blue eyes flicked to the strange objects placed before her, wheat-colored ears tipping forward as she listened to the instructions.

She did as she was told, grimacing a little. When she had swallowed the last of the medicines, she tilted her head, blinked a few times and asked, "Are you my mommy?" Why else would this she-wolf tend to her so? If Skellige was her father, it made sense that she was Sharkbait's mother, especially considering the two of them had come to her on the beach and looked after her now.