Ravensblood Forest sea legs

Stavanger Bay. An interesting name as well, and far more familiar. His initial reaction to the foreign wolf - of speaking the language of the sea - was not far off the mark. Thistle and her fellow pack mates were heathens, but perhaps they were not so far gone that the Matriarch and the sirens could correct the mistakes of their misguided ancestors.

Where do you hail from, sir?
Ah, the question brought Themiscrya to the forefront of his mind.
By the sea, much like your bay. A place far from here. The coastal pack had many secrets, and Atlas was still unsure of the kind of information he should allow a foreigner access to. So he kept his answer short and vague. I have come to these wilds with many others, and we hope to settle somewhere in the next few weeks. Yes, that was a pleasant enough answer. Enough secrecy to keep the Nereides safe while they figured things out, and hopefully enough information to satiate the woman.