Stavanger Bay ex's & oh's

When she saw that she had not been heeded - that she had purposefully been ignored, Doe let out a silent growl of irritation. Her patience with Skellige's brood was wearing rather thin - especially with this wayward child of his. She was still growing accustomed to being their guardian, and the idea that she could punish them as easily as her own children - and without reprecussion - had still not sunk it. For now, she ignored the child right back, turning her gaze away from her obstinate appraisal of the sea to search out the erne once more.

But it was not a seabird her eyes fell upon. "Meteora," said Doe, surprised to see the shewolf again so soon. "Hail," she called, loud enough for the other to hear the invitation in her voice.