Howl of the Seawolf (OC/SI)

[kaizerfox]

Goddamn it, Joffrey exists ? All that work only for the wheels of canon to flexibly reinsert themselves in such a way. A son needs to be born to Robert or our girl Argella is gonna be the first Queen Regnant of Westeros ( Rhaenyra absolutely doesn't count ).

So Malora's here to stay. She grows ever more interesting and significant. Oldtown and the Hightowers too for that matter. I wonder who's Malora gonna *pair with.

Yeah, that trackss with the spotted whales. All cetaceans for the matter ( to varying degrees I believe) have complex social structures, sophisticated communication, problem-solving abilities, and a high level of emotional depth. They have familial structures and as Seastark pointed out the ability for limited negotiation. I expected a bit more shock and surprise by the group upon learning how sapient and intelligent these whales were. They assumed the whales were being wholly controlled via skinchanging only to learn its somewhat if a partnership. It's an incredible discovery in that era to learn.


* Honestly if MC wasn't married to Myrra, Malora would actually be perfect. No offense to our northron lioness.

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I like creating an alternate timeline that's very different from canon, but still has certain canon people/events happen anyway. It's not going to happen often and it's already happened with Oberyn injuring Willas Tyrell in a tourney.

Malora's paired up with Jonos Slate, heir to Blackpool and Wyman's goodbrother. She'll become Hugo's skinchanging protege and get her own pod of orcas in Blackpool. The Slates will be in Hugo's debt for setting them up with a prestigious marriage. Funnily enough, I considered Malora as a pairing with Hugo but decided to go with the Lannister connection.

I'm going with, they heard what Hugo said but they don't fully comprehend that whales are not just smart beasts but near human in intelligence (maybe more emotionally intelligent than us). Marwyn the Mage will detail the skinchanging in his personal journal, but his public writings will detail much of what Hugo told them about spotted whales. This will of course, spark fierce debates in the Citadel. It's actually interesting to think about what would a society in a medieval/proto-industrial do if they found out what we've learned about whales in the last 20 years. Hell it's only in the last 5 that we've decided they have languages and that we're going to attempt to translate them with AI. Wait until they learn orcas have languages and that a pod in Wolfsport won't be able to communicate with a pod in Oldtown.

Malora would marry Janos Slate.Good choice.And Joeffrey would be problem only if Stannis die, becouse he would not let Cersei fuck his mind,like Robert did in canon.No,here it would be Joeffrey training dutifull to serve Kingdom.

@kaizerfox , what about terror birds and giant sloths ? could you include them,too?

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Sure, I can include terror birds and giant sloths in Ulthos/Aeotearoa.
Edit. Or in a South America expy

Hugo should have warned them about this mega powerful long lived skinchanger from beyond the wall and how they shouldn't trust dreams because they can be manipulated and to stay away from weirwoods since he can watch them from it

maybe Hugo could learn more about skinchanging if he used a scientific approach since it's more psychic power than magic, he could try sensory deprivation since grrm always feature it in his other books

I wonder how him being a skinchanger teacher will affect the stark children especially Bran since he'll have Hugo as an option as the somewhat stereotypical Wizard Mentor instead of the horror that is bloodraven(the bloodraven school will have you eating people and be traumatised meanwhile the Hugo school are having a cook out and having fun)

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Hugo will warn them not to trust any three-eyed crows in their dreams. He'll try some experiments with skinchanging, like having his bonded orca Driver hop into his mind while he's awake and on land.
Hugo would be a better mentor than Bloodraven, mostly because Hugo demands tax breaks instead of attaching yourself to an eldritch tree that prolongs your life at the cost of mobility. Alt-Bran is going to foster elsewhere but when Ned learns of Hugo's abilities and mentorship of others, he'll consider having him give them lectures or a test to see if they have the gift.

 

[MasterOfDragonsGod]

I'm pretty sure it was a great council that changed the law that males come before females in the succession of the iron throne

 

[kaizerfox]

Interlude: Malora

Castle Warg, Mid-Seventh Moon, 286 A.C., One Week later…

Malora POV…

I walk through the stone hallways of Castle Warg's Main Keep, my eyes drinking in every detail of this curious place. A castle barely built five hundred years ago, yet by looking at worn foundations, one can gleam its older history. In a way, the castle mirrors its residents, the Seastarks. A cadet branch younger than the Freys, yet tied to the ancient House Stark. I glance at a pair of paintings, the first is of a lord in Stark colors winning a victory in battle against the Ironborn. The second is of a wedding, the same Stark man, now flying the Seastark banner, marrying a redheaded woman wearing a cloak bearing a mailed fist.

"They show the founding of House Seastark…" My unasked question is answered by the dirty blonde-haired man I'm currently walking with, my betrothed Jonos Slate. "…If you look at the wedding with House Glover, you can see House Slate in attendance." Sure enough, when I look closer at the wedding guests, I can see a lord and lady bearing the grey and white colors of House Slate mixed in with the Fishers, Mormonts, and Wolfswood clans.

"Interesting…" I mumble. "…What is House Slate's relationship with the Seastarks?" I ask my betrothed, who along with Lord Seastark, has been gracious and patient with explaining the inner politics of the North. He smiles at me with warm brown eyes.

"At first, House Slate looked upon the young cadet branch with a mix of curiosity for our new neighbors and mild contempt for their house's youth. Then the Seastarks found amber a century or so after their founding. With the discovery of amber came the growth of Wolfsport, and from there came the growth of the Sunset Fleet that changed everything. With the protection of the Sunset Fleet, Ironborn reavings that were once as commonplace as thunderstorms, now happen once or twice a century. Our lands began to flourish under this protection and we have forged closer ties to the Seastarks since." He answers politely as we continue our walk through the castle. The next painting I see is not of any glorious battle or decadent feast, but rather of a smallfolk family gathering around a table for a supper of vegetable stew and bread. The family's meager wealth could be seen in their wooden bowls and utensils, with the cramp living conditions feeling both cozy and claustrophobic in the warm orange glow of the hearth.

"What's Blackpool like? I would like to hear about my future home." I ask and his smile grows softer at the mention of Blackpool becoming my home.

"Blackpool Castle is as large and imposing as this castle. Built thousands of years ago out strong granite stone, it was our royal holdfast when the Slate Kings clashed with the Fisher Kings for control of the Stony Shore." Jonos explains and I scrunch my face in confusion.

"Then why is it called 'Blackpool' and not 'Gray Granite'?" I inquire to his amusement.

"There's a nearby stream where salmon swim up to spawn. It runs through the peatlands surrounding the castle and town, turning the water into a dark, blackish color." I nod at his words.

"What about the nearby town that shares the same name?" "A small, but thriving trade town about a tenth the size of Wolfsport. The soil in our lands is poor for farming but good for grazing so much of our wool is gathered in Blackpool for the local Weavers Guild. Blackpool also trades from our plentiful stone quarries and iron mines in the eastern hills." Jonos says with pride.

"It sounds like Blackpool is already thriving. Though from what Lord Seastark has mentioned, it is set to prosper even more from your dealings with his house." Jonos nods at my words.

"Aye, when spring comes, we will help build the Stony Road that will connect Blackpool to Seastark, Fisher, and Ryswell lands. Our port will be expanded with a quickstone quay similar to the one being constructed in Wolfsport and you shall skinchange with the local pod of spotted whales to help our fishermen." I blush at the casual mention of my gift, still not use to people knowing about it after keeping it secret for so long. I'm prevented from replying by a man's voice calling out.

"Ah, there you are! I was just looking for you two!" We turn to find Wyman Seastark coming towards us with an excited look on his face.

"What is it goodbrother?" Jonos asks curiously.

"I'm to escort you to the docks in Wolfsport. The winds and seas are calm enough for you two and the fosterlings to meet the pod!" His words cause a jolt of excitement to run through me. "…My cousin has already spoken with Driver and informed the pod of your situation. You will meet and form a temporary bond with Orca, Driver's mother. She will teach you about spotted whales, how they can work with people, and give you experience with skinchanging into whales." My smile widens further at the chance to finally skinchange into a spotted whale.

"You have my thanks, Lord Wyman. Please, lead the way!" I say with giddiness creeping into my voice. My future goodbrother just laughs it off and we make our way to get dressed in winter furs. Jonos makes conversation with his goodbrother about his niece and nephew, three namesday old Arsa and three moon old Bennard. As we walk I wonder to myself what being under the sea is like…

Later…

The mink-furred ushanka keeps my head and ears warm despite the bitter cold. The winds are thankfully calm on a rare sunny day, causing the small rowboat to gently rock with the sea.

With me are my brother Humfrey and the three other fosterlings, Tyrion Lannister, Patrek Mallister, and Asher Forrester, Marwyn the Mage, and Lord Seastark. My brother and his friends were discussing amongst themselves whether or not they had any skinchanging dreams yet. Which is ridiculous, they just received their hatchlings two days ago! Lord Seastark revealed his secret to the fosterlings and gave them baby ravens to look after and bond with. If they have the gift, they'll begin to have dreams with their bonded raven. If not, then Lord Seastark has another option, though he hasn't revealed what that is.

"I'm going to skinchange into an owl!" Asher states boldly, despite not having any dreams yet. The boys begin discussing what beasts they would skinchange into. Humfrey says a spotted whale, whereas Patrek wants a sea eagle. Tyrion's odd choice is a leviathan, because it's the largest beast in the world.

"I wouldn't try to skinchange into a leviathan Tyrion, it different than even whales and primates. Leviathans, like dragons, are magical in origin, and thus much more perilous to skinchange into!" Lord Seastark warns Tyrion with a grim voice. The boys stop their bickering to listen to their foster father.

"Magical in origin?" I ask, curious what he meant by that.

"I can answer that…" Marwyn cuts in. "…When the Great Empire of the Dawn existed thousands of years ago, it's rulers learned blood magic. Whether from the Deep Ones or the Children of the Ifequevron, it is unknown which. With this terrible knowledge, they created two magical beasts, dragons, and leviathans. Dragons came first, born from the mixture of fire wyrms and wyverns in what is today the Shadowlands. Leviathans were made sometime later from the mixture of whales and sea serpents in Leviathan Bay." Marwyn explains to everyone but Lord Seastark's shock.

"Dragons and leviathans have powerful minds due to their magical origins. This makes it incredibly difficult just to enter their minds, and even if one manages that, their minds could easily be overwhelmed, turning the skinchanger into the skinchanged!" Lord Seastark adds and I'm floored by this knowledge of history and skinchanging I never knew. The boys look fascinated by the history lesson, especially Tyrion, who begins to speak only to be interrupted by what sounds like a loud exhalation of breath. Everyone turns to head to see a pod of eight spotted whales swimming right for us.

"Ah, there they are!" Lord Seastark says as they approach closer. He points his finger out to the pod. "You see the two with the much longer dorsal fins?" He asks us. Sure enough, two of them have much larger and longer fins on their backs. One as tall a man and the other a little bit shorter. "That's how you can tell the males and females apart, the males will be bigger and have larger dorsal fins compared to the females. The two males of the pod are Driver, with the slightly shorter fin due just reaching maturity at ten namedays. The other is his uncle, Shamu…" Lord Seastark continues to point out the different members until they swim up to our boat. One of the males, Driver, sticks his head out of the water next to the boat and makes a high-pitch noise that sounded happy.

"Hey there Driver! How're you and the pod doing?" Lord Seastark asks the spotted whale and pets its head. To our surprise, Driver responds to the lord's question with another squealing-like noise.

"That's good to hear. Anyway, I got some people for the pod to meet!" Lord Seastark says with a smile, somehow able to understand it's noises.

"Wait, can you truly understand him?" Marwyn asks the question on everyone's minds after seeing the interaction. Lord Seastark chuckles.

"Aye, but only Driver. When you fully develop a bond, you and your whale will be able to understand one another but only each other. Driver can understand me when I speak but he won't understand you." Lord Seastark says, looking at me when he says the word "fully".

I feel disappointment that I won't be able to do the same with Driver's mother. Driver himself makes a happy noise only for another spotted whale to breach it's head above the surface. They look at us, as if searching for someone before their gaze landed on me. I don't know how, but I knew I'm looking at Orca.

"And this is his mother, Orca." He introduces immediately after I thought that. The older spotted whale looks at me intensely with it's brown, human-like eye, as if peering into my soul before making a series of sounds that Driver repeats, causing Lord Seastark to nod his head.

"You're in luck, the pod is going fishing today and Orca will take you're going with!" He translates and excitement bubbles up within me again. "Just some quick ground rules, when you're in Orca, she's in charge. She's actually not going to let you control her until she both thinks you're ready and trusts you. Think being a passenger on a cart with Orca the driver, so just sit back and enjoy the ride!" I nod my head fiercely, feeling like a young girl about to get a gift. Suddenly I feel a pull coming from the spotted whale and next thing I know, I gazing back at the boat with the occupants in total awe except for Lord Seastark. He says something to them but it sounds like gibberish before laying down. Orca brings me underwater and I'm thrown under the murky water. I take a moment to observe the "mindscape" I found myself in. I'm seated in the front of a horse drawn carriage next to the driver but there are many strange additions. The first is there were no horses, second, the front was covered in a small wooden roof with wooden pillars. Between the pillars was incredibly clear glass, the kind you could only purchase in Myr, allowing me to peer out into the sea. The final change is a curtain that divides me from Orca and a gut feeling gives me the impression it would be a terrible idea to try to open it.

I refocus my attention to the underwater world around me, seeing six spotted whales swimming around the boat conversing in their strange language. I was initially skeptical of Lord Seastark's claims that spotted whales communicate in full tongues but the more I listen, the more I realize he may be correct. If that was true, then mayhaps his claim that like men, they developed separate, unintelligible tongues might be as well.

I see Driver swim by with milky-white eyes before an older spotted whale called the pod. They surround who I assume is the matriarch of the pod, Old Gladys. She proceeds to say something and an vision of the pod surrounding a school of salmon flashes before my mind. Before I can comprehend it, a second one flashes, the pod herding the school of salmon into a large open net held across two fishing boats. As I wonder what those visions were, the pod sets off in an unknown direction and I enjoy looking out at the surreal setting I find myself in. I see large schools of fish, seals, and sea lions swim away from the pod and kelp forests down below.

Old Gladys suddenly makes a strange noise that sounds like a creaking door and then says something in her "normal" tongue. Orca flashes an vision of a salmon, silver on the bottom, blue-green on top with black spots peppering it's back and tail. I realize it's a northern salmon, a breed a fish that Lord Seastark claimed were their favorite, to the point of refusing to eat other breeds of salmon. Fortunately, the nearby Salmon River is a large spawning grounds for the northern salmon.

We continue to swim and encounter a large school of salmon, thousands in number when Old Gladys say something and like a command, the pod begins to spread out and surround the salmon. Several of them, including Driver, start making the same creaking door noise from earlier. The salmon react by moving away from the noise, slowly becoming herded closer and closer together. Orca finally makes the strange creaking noise herself and light bursts out in a wave, surging forward and enveloping everything in front of it. When the salmon are hit by this light, it reflects off of them, making them quite shiny and noticeable. As the fish move away from the creaking, I notice it not only shows fish but what kind of fish, allowing the spotted whales to distinguish between fish species.

As I'm mesmerized by the display in front of me, I remember Lord Seastark describing spotted whale behavior a few days ago. He mentioned something about "echolocation" or "seeing through sound".

Is that what I'm witnessing?

The pod continue to heard the salmon into a perfectly round sphere and begin to herd them forward like shepherds with their flocks. Soon enough, a wide net comes into view and the salmon ball is placed next to the net. Driver peels off to the surface and slaps his tail twice before swimming back down. The net suddenly tightens at the signal and envelops the salmon ball and the spotted whales surge forwards with frightening speed. They line up on one end of the salmon and the net stops just short of touching the pod, trapping the salmon between the net and the spotted whales. With nowhere to go, the salmon were easy pickings but Orca and the others only ate the northern salmon and let the others go.

After a few minutes of gorging themselves, Driver once again, separates himself to swim to the surface. He slaps his tail twice and the pod moves away and the net tightens to completely envelop the salmon ball. To my shock, despite eating what felt like an endless number of northern salmon, the net appeared roughly three-quarters full. Orca swims to the surface to join her son and peers her head out. I'm greeted by the sight of fishermen bowing their heads and tossing dead northern salmon in the direction of Orca and Driver. The rest of the pod joins us in poking their heads out and eating the gifts of gratitude from the fishermen. When finished, Old Gladys makes a high-pitched noise and the pod repeats it before descending beneath the waves.

As the pod swims, I wonder why the pod would choose to do this. It's obvious why the fishermen benefit, but do the spotted whales gain as much? As if sensing my question, a pair of visions flashes before my mind. The first shows the pod shepherding a salmon ball, taking turns slapping the fish with their tails to stun them before eating. The pod eats their fill but it is an exhausting process. The second shows a pod hunting a humpback mother and her calf, showing how perilous it for them. A sharp, barnacle-encrusted fin slices one of the spotted whale and the humpback's massive tail swings down like a hammer and hits another so hard, the blow kills them, their lifeless form sinking into the inky abyss. The pod ultimately succeed in their hunt, but the price is steep for whale tongues. I notice in both visions there were no humans.

Just as I think that, two more visions present themselves. The first shows the pod doing the same task I has just witnessed, herding the salmon into the fishermen's nets and feasting. The pod is shown full and well rested. The second image shows a sharp difference. The pod herds the humpback mother and calf towards the surface where whalers meet them with harpoons. The whalers fight and distract the mother while the pod easily corner the isolated calf, holding it down. With it's blowhole unable to get air, the calf drowns as the mother is skewered by harpoons. The pod eat the tongues of the mother and calf and swim away with no injuries, full of energy for the next hunt. I nod my head in understanding.

I then ask Orca what would happen if the fishermen and whalers broke the agreement. A vision of spotted whales capsizing fishing boats, biting the rudders off of cogs, breaching their bodies and slamming into the oars of galleys, and swimming faster than a clipper at full speed. I hear a high-pitch sound come form the other side of the curtain and for the first time I understood what a spotted whale said.

"Break not, the Law of the Tongue!"

I felt a shiver go down my spine when I understood it and could only nod my head. If such a thing were to happen to Oldtown… I knew my father and the city would ultimately prevail, but the local pod of three dozen would wreak havoc on the Hightower fleet along with trade company and merchant shipping for weeks.

I decided to change the subject and ask her if she knew any spotted whales in Blackpool or Oldtown. I get a confused poke from through the curtain in response. I decide to change tactics and try to communicate with visions, showing a map of Sea Dragon Point, marking our location. I show nearby Blackpool on the Stony Shore and then pull out to show the entirety of the western shore of the Seven Kingdoms. Oldtown proudly marked at the mouth of the Honeywine.

A vision of Oldtown's location on my imaginary map is accompanied with a feeling of confusion but Blackpool gets recognition. A vision of two pods, one with eight spotted whales that I recognize as Driver, Old Gladys, Orca, Shamu, and Driver's younger sister, aunt and two cousins. The second is a pod of a dozen spotted whales that I don't recognize but assume are native to Blackpool. The vision changes to just Old Gladys and the matriarch of the other pod. It shows their lineage, revealing they're cousins through their mothers. I'm delighted by the revelation and send her a vision of me skinchanging into one of the spotted whales in the Blackpool pod, then a second one of the same pod helping fishermen and whalers.

A wave of excitement nearly overwhelms me and I realize its coming from Orca. A vision of Orca, Driver, and Old Gladys speaking with the Blackpool pod and getting them to agree flashes in my mind. I graciously bow and thank her for her aid, promising not to break the Law of the Tongue. Her response is another series of spotted whale noises.

"You go now. See again later!"

Just as I absorb the words, I feel an intense pull and I suddenly sit up on the rowboat gasping for breath.

"Sister! Are you alright!" A concern Humfrey sits next to me, hands hovering near me, ready to help at a moment's notice. Lord Seastark stares from the other side of the boat, his usual grin accompanied by a knowing glint in his eye. I nod my head and am bombarded by questions from the boys.

"What's it like?" "What did you do?" "Did you really help the fishermen catch those salmon?" Asher, Tyrion, and Patrek ask in rapid succession. Out of the corner of my eye I notice Marwyn ready to write in his personal journal. I got a peak into it once, only to find it written in a strange script of lines and triangles arranged into strange shapes. When Marwyn caught me, he just laughed and asked if I could read the Salloshi dialect of Sarnori. When I told him I recognized Sarnor but not the name Sallosh, he explained it was once a city on the northeastern shore of a lake, with a river running north to the Bay of Tusks. Known as the "City of Scholars" with a great library envied around the world before it razed by the Dothraki during the Century of Blood. It's ruins now bare the name Vaes Athjikhari, or "City of Sickness" due to the city's many healers.

"I didn't do anything but let Orca take me on a journey…" I explain everything I experienced as Lord Seastark rows us back towards the docks. I finish my underwater tale when we reach the docks.

"It sounds like you had fun." Lord Seastark chuckles, finally saying something as he helps the boys off the boat.

"You were right." I confessed as I grabbed his hand to step onto the docks, looking him in his intense blueish-gray eyes. The same eyes that always seem to have the answer to everything. "Skinchanging into a whale is nothing like a raven. And if whales are like that… I don't want to imagine a leviathan." I say with a shiver. His face becomes grim as he helps Marwyn up.

"Aye, you must, under no circumstances, ever try it. Leviathan minds are even stronger than whale minds and they will drown you. There are stories of fools who attempted such a feat only to be driven mad or worse, possessed." Marwyn adds as he stands up on the docks and Lord Seastark is the last to join us. The docks empty save for some guards at the end, reserving its use to us for the day. Horses are there waiting for us.

"I won't." I say with a fierce nod.

"So, Orca said the pod will aid you in convincing the other pod in Blackpool?" The lord of Castle Warg asks.

"Yes, apparently the matriarchs are cousins." I answer and he ponders something for a moment.

"The pods are close enough to understand each other but distant enough that mating won't result in inbreeding. I can convince the pod through Driver to swim to Blackpool during your Old Golds wedding there after your wedding in Oldtown. There they can help you forge an agreement with the Blackpool pod and form a bond." He says and I can scarcely believe it.

"Thank you, Lord Seastark. Truly. You've shown me a whole new world and will aid me acquiring my own pod. How can I ever repay you?" I say breathlessly as we walk towards the end of the dock. There, we mount up and begin to trot through the city.

The boys chatter excitedly amongst themselves over what they'd do with a pod of spotted whales at their disposal. Humfrey would have them aid the fishermen of Oldtown and Asher would take them with him on Sunset Trade Company expeditions. Tyrion would involve them in some ridiculous scheme to grow taller and Patrek would use his to invade the Iron Islands.

"Help build up House Slate in any way you can, whether it be forming a bond with a spotted whale, bearing children, or assisting in administering Blackpool. That and being a bridge between myself and your father." He says solemnly and I nod in a heartbeat. "Oh, and some books would be nice, Tyrion's already read everything in my small library twice!" He adds and I can't help but laugh.

"Of course, what kind of books are you interested in?" I'm curious to know what a lord like him would want to read.

"Oh, you know… Books on the Long Night and rise of the Night's King. I'm quite intrigued with that era." A queer topic in reading material but I tell him I can convince my father to gift him a few books from the house library.

"Splendid!" Lord Seastark says happily. "Let's get back to the castle. I think we've all earned some nice, hot, Northern spiced mulled wine!" His declaration earns cheers from the boys for a drink I've never tried. We continue through the streets of Wolfsport, its white marble and gray granite buildings idly remind me of home but on a smaller scale. The city, even swelled by thousands of people seeking warmth and shelter in winter, is only a fraction the size of Oldtown. Despite the size difference, Wolfsport feels as busy as home. The docks teem with merchant ships and fishing boats; the shipyards working tirelessly to construct new clippers and galleys. We walk by a cannery full of people working, the same kind he wishes to build in Oldtown as part of his canning company, a shop full of perfumes and corsets, and further down we pass by a street with several thriving brothels. Further still is the Summer Islander trading post where the smell of spices wafts pass our noses even in the bitter cold. Wolfsport may be smaller, but the city has everything Oldtown has, and then some as I gaze towards the metalworks after they pass through the Wolf Gate.

"I am fairly generous with my knowledge, Lady Malora. Many would say too generous. But there are some secrets I wish to keep for myself." Lord Seastark says without looking at me, somehow sensing where my gaze lingered. Either that or he looked back while I didn't noticed.

"I understand Lord Seastark, you've been more than generous with the knowledge you've given House Hightower. We shall never forget that and will always see you and your house as friends." I say with conviction. Lord Seastark smiles at my words and continues to ride, beginning a conversation with Marwyn. I turn my gaze to Castle Warg, where my betrothed awaits inside. A man I met only recently and do not love. Not to say he is a terrible man, quite the opposite! He has that Northern gruffness about him but has acted as distinguished any Reachman courting a lady. He's a man whose still a stranger but I could see myself eventually finding love with him. And if marrying a man I could potentially love is the price I have to pay to get myself a pod of spotted whales, I'll happily pay that price…

A/N: This was originally going to be longer with multiple POVs but the Malora section ballooned and I decided to cut it off here.

The "salmon ball" is based on a hunting technique done by orca pods in Norway, taught to them by Hugo via Driver.

Hope you guys like my worldbuilding with the leviathans being on the same level as dragons (or at least close) and created through blood magic. I did it to add an eldritch nature to dragons and leviathans.

Hope you guys enjoy!

 

[Wolffils]

Incredible chapter. First Malora POV I have ever read for any ASOIAF fic, so kudos for that friend. She's really an obscure character that has a lot of potential plotwise. Curious to see where she's going.

Never seen skinchanging described in such a way, especially into an aquatic creature. You really get the sense these whales have a community almost and structure. Cool that this pod is cousins with the Blackpool pod.

Leviathans ain't no joke. I wonder what other animals of this world are inadvisable to skinchange into?

 

[ATP]

Thanks for chapter.If we have war in future, Hightowers here would support Starks.Or,at least,do not fight them.