Hygd trailed a hand over the side of the boat, as though to catch and clutch at the surf the Red Song ripped up. She marvelled as the vessel cut its way through the waters, then turned her eyes from its churning. Hygd withdrew her hand from over the side of the side of the boat. She took in Otto, skilled as he was. Then she turned to the others, all the while smiling a lopsided rictus-grin. It would not have been a grin out of place on a wolf.

The aspiring sorcerer rubbed a wet thumb across her palm and forefinger, momentarily marvelling in the wet sensation her thumb created. Then she ripped her eyes from the men and their Gods-Work. She turned her eyes to the prey-peoples in the distance and her smile widened just a touch wider.