Stavanger Bay Back at it again...

The woman asked about Skellige, and Doe wagged her tail once more. "He'll find you, I'm sure," she replied, hoping that these wolves would have the sense to be respectful and submissive toward the formidable man. If they did not, on their own heads would it be. "You may enter on my word, for now."

Her ears flickered as Sage asked for her name - she was sure she'd introduced herself already! - but Doe knew better than to take her own word for these things.

"Doe," she said simply, leaving out the surname she'd procured by mating with Szymon. "The alpha - our Leviathan - is called Skellige. You will know him by a dark pelt, and by the silver stripes on his sides."