Stavanger Bay motherling

her cry was quick and instant. chakliux grabbed his fish and trotted deeper into the brine-scented terrain, following the echo of vairë's voice.
he found her alone and waved his tail, inching forward to offer the meat and then back away with healthy instinctual fear of both her teeth and those possessed by rhaegal.
"i have told the man mauruk, of moontide, that we should hunt for you during this time, vairë," chakliux said by way of explaining his nearness. she retained all her great loveliness, her doe-softness, even beneath a pallor of exhaustion. 
and now that she was mother, a seal hunter man would find her even more desirable.
but chakliux had not come here for such things. "i am sorry," for her sister's death, for the voices of another sister and their mother filling the seaways with death songs.