The salt ridden air bit at Neraiya’s skin through thin layers of fur, bringing with it the chill of the storms that tore at Ulfrheim’s peaks. Beneath her feet grime encrusted planks creaked and the ocean tossed wave after wave of water onto the ship’s deck, making her already unsteady footing treacherous. Noah called out through the wind and spitting rain, barking a command that Neraiya barely heard.
“Hold the rudder steady girl! I’ll-“
Noah’s words cut off as the black patched Felvarg was smothered by a crashing wave, threatening to drag him off the ship.
Neraiya’s heart nearly stopped in cold terror, the wind and rain gnawing at her bones like sharpened needles as she clung to the old’s ships rudder for dear life. “Noah!” Desperately her eyes scanned the boat for a sign that the old fisherman was alright, but she could barely see