Stavanger Bay fancy thinking the beast was something you could hunt and kill

u kids can skip me if I'm being slow

It seemed that it was hunger that had driven the mange-ridden mutt to their borders. Skellige would have turned him away had it not been for his introduction. A red hand of the brotherhood. Lifting his brows just slightly, the leviathan peered at this newfound creature with a light of curiosity. Skellige did not know of the brotherhood, but the wolf Murgash had spoken as if it would bear weight in the decision to allow him into the ranks of the depths. It was not until Szymon spoke of a trial that Skellige actually found himself ready to commit to the freakish creature. Swim to the island, he thought to himself with a curling smirk. The ocean would baptize him and either swallow him whole or spit him back to shore. 

"Swim to the island and return with a string of kelp from the waters, and you will be fed until you're full," he spoke finally out of agreement with his youngest sibling. His rumbling baritone nearly faded into the sound of the crashing waves. With a gesture of his muzzle, the wraith pointed their newest recruit toward the island and then fixed him with a pointed stare. Should he return, Skellige would wish to learn more of the brotherhood.