Gilded Bay Og havet, hun snakket til meg

she was wary, and for good reason. heaven only knew what kind of rogues resided on the coast, salt-crusted and snarling. nevertheless, he gave her a smile, relaxing his shoulders even further, and half-shook his head in a sort of 'i dunno' gesture. i live here, yes, but i'm not chasing anybody out just yet, he explained wryly. only rude wolves. . .and you don't seem the type.

govinda tilted his head, regarding her with a newfound curiosity. you washed ashore, too? he asked. there seemed to be no dearth of marooned wolves on these shores. himself, izel, now ahe. . .strange. perhaps the concept of vengeful sea gods was closer to the truth than he would have liked to believe.