Stavanger Bay to light a candle is to cast a shadow

An honest-to-god sailor…
 
The smile that curled the druid’s features was fiendish in nature. The chuckle that sounded from his chest dripped with warmth, though. The stranger then went on to say that he was from the mountain region to the north. This struck Knaven as being interesting; most of the wolves who were born to the earth stayed with the earth. He did not comment on this internal prejudice.
 
“Seems we’re cut from different worlds,” the earthy male remarked thoughtfully, drawing his gaze toward the cream-touched mountaineer with a curious glint in the dark colors. Had Knaven been something more of an open heart, he might have made a glib comment about how they could teach each other something. Instead, his ear swiveled at the inquiry that had been brought to light. The mountain man wished to know if he had seen anything large on the waters.
 
The smile that crossed the rogue’s features this time was much softer, much more intense.
 
Knaven looked to his temporary companion and nodded his crown in a solemn way.
 
“Seen whales and dolphins. Two sharks,” he rumbled. “Leopard seals, jellyfish, turtles…”