The Mahru sailed from the harbour, bathed in a slightly blue light.
"Apologies," Kerttu said, looking at Pirjo. "Must be nervous."
A huge black paw flashed out and cuffed a man across the face. The tall man with soft eyes and tousled brown hair fell hard. Venla growled at him, bearing her bright white teeth. He lay sprawled on the black stones in front of Badgaldingir, laughing maniacally as the pack of Sisu-ul approached him with all of their fur standing on end along their backs.
One of the great ships of the navy stops in the middle of a formation and bursts into flames. Sailors run screaming and dive into the sea.
and thoughts! well pretty much just...this was fun. really really fun.