Stavanger Bay Bikini body

The wraith was trained to catch unfamiliar scents within the pack; he had steadied himself for others who would come without knowing that they had staked their claim. He had occupied the beach for a considerable amount of time with his wolves and yet he was untrusting of those around the area. The wolves of Donnelaith had already come with their concerns and he had found himself irritated with not only their leader but with Deirdre for not having relayed the word as she had promised. His wolves were warriors and their intention had not been to overtake the nearby forest pack; the young healer had spoken of the land as a healing and pacifistic location. Skellige was the muscle for their peaceful home. His wolves thrived majorly on prey caught from the sea and very rarely would seek land prey, but he had told her that if they caught something too large, it would go to their borders. The brute did not understand their hesitancy to join him.
 
When the unfamiliar played across his nostrils, the inky titan turned his head sharply in the direction of the stranger and began his hunt. Head low and hackles bristling, he trudged across sands toward what appeared to be a youthful body; she was painted in gold and cream and her eyes shined like the sky. There was a large man with her but he did not know his relation to the youngster until the length of his dark ears drew forward at the cry for her father. He was surprised that their scent did not belong to Donnelaith – it came from somewhere unknown to the leviathan. 
 
Quick to close the space between them, he loomed like a shadow and his dark eyes bore into her intensely. “What are you doing?” came the guttural inquiry from within his throat.