Stavanger Bay It's better to follow me

The words were pleasing to the Atoll's ears. "And the sea is pleased to have you," she said resolutely, sitting down beside the woman. For the sea had spat her out instead of swallowing her life; she was meant to stay on land and worship, and she seemed to do that well enough. "That she brought you here is a sure sign that you were meant to dwell on these shores as we do."

Atoll felt no need to assert herself over the smaller woman, especially when she acknowledged her life debt to easily. As it was, the Blackrock beta had not particular plans for her, and was content to merely have ownership of the pretty coyote girl. As far as she was concerned, just sitting by the sea made Artemis a fine servant; although she felt the need to make use of her, as long as she stuck around. Skellige would never approve of layabouts, after all, even if they were layabouts birthed by the Wickedness they served.

"Do you know anything of healing?" she asked curiously, wondering what skills the coyote might have, and where they could best be put to use.