Stavanger Bay i.vii : who was fitted with collar and chain

she was pretty, velen decided, in a rough, 'the world has fucked me' sort of way. however, his curiosity was tempered with a brief annoyance that the wolfess thought she would just be able to saunter through stormrift. "bad idea," the boy rumbled, tsk tsking teasingly.
she hadn't been hunting; there was no way she could stand against their combined might. "i'm going to escort you," velen decided, approaching with a casual curl to his earthen plume. it was not like she had a choice — she could take her chances alone, but the boy had no doubt in his mind that ford would shred her alive.