Stavanger Bay the night of long fangs

A blessing. The curiosity deepened at this. If this were to be anything like his baptism, he wanted nothing to do with it. He didn’t raise such concerns and instead listened to what the dark-haired wolf had to say.

He respected the fact that he wasn’t being talked down to and instead spoken moreso like an adult. This alone made him all the more eager to give the Leviathan exactly what he wanted. “Will this stepping be like the baptism?” He asked in turn, his eyes turning to the ocean that stood alongside them for a moment before returning to the Leviathan. He did not wish to ever touch the water again, but it were a more gentle approach then perhaps he could deal with it.