Sea Lion Shores 1957

Nothing seemed to appease the growing restlessness of the Wickedness. Doe felt Her anger like the beat of her own heart, wet and sonorous and without reprieve. It drove her to go the greater lengths than ever to try and sait her hungry goddess. Blood - her's and Szymon's - often painted the greying shores, as did the carcasses of many fine catches that could've gone to her own belly, to her children's.

At night, she dreamed of offering the children of Skellige to the ocean's ravenous maw, but when the light of day shined on her, she could not bring herself to do it.

So she bled, and she went hungry. This hunting trip would feed no one but the Wickedness.

Unfortunately, it was not a pure sea lion pup that the Akhlut found upon the shores, but a wolf. And not one that could be offered to the sea, either - the scent of Arturo was upon her, and Doe knew that it would be foolish to incite his anger just to placate the sea. If consuming her own children did not please it, then how would this shewolf?

"Hail," said Doe, a bit grumpy but concerned all the same. "Are you unwell?" It would not do to let one of Arturo's wolves die so close to her sands.