Stavanger Bay schema

Doe's eyes narrowed further as the smarmy little thing spoke, refusing to cow to her bullying, as Qilaq had done to his. The dusky woman held back a derisive snort and remained silent until the end of his little excuse. I do not want answers, she thought to herself - I want blood. But this little wolf belonged to Skellige, now, and she would no sooner harm him than she would steal from master, or lounge about in his private den.

Still, the boy's audacity angered her. Doe let out a huffy sigh and settled her rump down in the sand to keep herself from harming the child. Sulphurous eyes raked over his smaller frame, commiting it to memory and seeking truth his words could not provide. When she saw that he was still young - younger than Qilaq, even - her gaze softened somewhat.

"You are the outsider, here," she said delicately, lying down on her bulging belly and fixing the boy with a firm look that was not quite a glare. "And you were very rude to my girl. She has as much a right to be here in the territory as you do."

Finally, her gaze flicked back to the girl in question. Another spike of anger surged through her as she remembered how pitiful the girl had looked, cowering beneath the overgrown puppy, but there was nothing to be done.

"What are you called?" she asked suddenly, turning her eyes back to the boy.