mer-wolf

— Wild wind that beareth the spin-drift afar, Wild chant that telleth the doom of Asgar, Shriek ye, and wail ye, while shudd’ring doth sweep Serpent, his sea-horse, adown the great deep, Battling and mad like an eagle gone blind, Seeking the war-fleets, long sunken, to find , Down to the arms of Queen Ran of the sea, Down to the sea-floor, where mer-wolves go free.