Stavanger Bay Spirit cold

Jack Mercer...!

Something white moved in the darkness and the child's attention snapped to it immediately, over-sized blue eyes tracking the movements. It quickly took on the dimensions and features of a wolf and it only took Sharkbait a beat to recognize him. She swallowed and crouched on the sand. He was the one who had touched her during the ceremony, wiping blood on her and causing her to run away to Skellige's den. Her tail flicked apprehensively as he approached her and began speaking. His stutter took her by surprise. It reminded her of something (or someone) but what (or who)?

He beckoned her closer but Sharkbait remained frozen, wondering what he could possibly want with her. Was he going to touch her again? Smear more blood on her? His coat looked clean, glowing faintly beneath the light of a partial moon, and she didn't smell that telltale coppery scent. Still, her anxiousness held her back, even though there was part of her that wanted to obey. He frightened her and Sharkbait simply couldn't help herself.