Stavanger Bay lament of the highborne

The winds blew hard and unforgiving, sticks and sand riled up in the air hitting the wolfdog like target practice. Curled up she closed her eyes to bear the storm through. Loving the sounds of the crackling thunder and every peak that she gave she made contact with a lightning bolt. As much as a thrill that it was she heard a howl nearby of a pack mate, worrying for the worst she carefully tried to stand swaying back and forth. The wrath of the sea was hitting against the rocks and yelling for something or someone to calm it.

With her head down and ears back she moved forward at a slow pace. Eventually she caught up and saw Ford and Amatsu and then what they had their eyes on... A great white shark that had been washed ashore. Jaws clamping together with every yell of the sky and a thrash like a baby trying to waddle on the floor with every wave hitting its back. Elixir came to Amatsu's side and looked at her like she had no idea what was going to happen next.

She had seen nothing like this. It was like the sea was punishing them or trying to anyway... Are we going to help it? she couldn't help but to let her sympathetic side take over as she said what she did. If she was that shark she wouldn't want to die there, she would hope that something could be done... but Elixir would only do what Ford wanted done.