Stavanger Bay Spirit cold

He insisted on seeing her home, which caused the fur along Sharkbait's spine to ripple in disquiet. She didn't get the feeling he was trying to protect her so much as make sure she didn't run away. But the pup had no intention of doing so. As off kilter as everything felt to her these days, she slowly rose from the sands and skulked directly back toward the Leviathan's den. She would gladly take Skellige over this looming stranger. She denied every instinct to look over her shoulder as she went, though she felt his eyes on her back, and might have scrambled the last few steps before leaping behind Skellige's snoozing form. The breath gusted silently from her lungs as she hunkered down out of view and, only after a long while, managed to fall asleep.