Stavanger Bay Bikini body

The child struck the waves with a splash and disappeared into the depths of the water but did not return to the surface. Skellige trained his vision on the spray of bubbles and salt that had erupted from the dark sea, silently wondering if the child would find a way up… but there was no movement. A frown creased his features and he shook his head in disappointment. It would seem as though the great ones had claimed another life. It had not been the first pup that he had thrown into the depths. The islands of his home had seen countless children tossed to the vicious waves. Many of them had found their way to the shore, but there had always been a few that had been taken by the swell and never returned. They were considered worthy sacrifices to the mystics; the spirit of the sea would smile upon the wolves of Blackrock Depths because of this pup.
 
In all that had occurred, the wraith had almost forgotten about the child’s father who seemed to be occupied with fighting off Szymon. Skellige turned his crown to face the two battling wolves and drew his tongue along his muzzle and nose in a quick flash. Just as he intended to make a move to end the fight, Doe appeared – seemingly – from nowhere. She cried out in anger at the father and threw herself toward the two beasts. The leviathan watched curiously at his wolves and realized that she had not been lying when she spoke of her feelings for his youngest sibling.
 
Quickly, the inky titan pushed from the earth and loped back toward the two fighting wolves. His hackles were raised high along his neck and spine and his head was held aloft. It would do him very little good to assist in the battle; the sea wolves had already begun to swarm on the man. If he continued to fight, Skellige was certain that the three of them would make him regret ever setting foot on the shores of Blackrock Depths.