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The child pressed herself against the male and all that Skellige could think to do was throw her into the ocean; the drop would have strengthened her. It would have given her the courage to turn and face his figure instead of cowering behind the agouti male. Somehow, he did not anticipate that the ocean would have swallowed the golden child up. The brute had found himself quite frustrated with the duo on his beachside. The sands beneath his feet were steadying for the titan, but he almost wished that Doe was there to offer appropriate responses to the two wolves. She had always done with in social interaction where he had faltered, and this was his greatest fault. The fierce swell of the sea rose within him and he drew his lips over yellowed canines at the male just before his gaze was averted respectfully. The leviathan would not allow for the man to look upon him unless he asked for it.
 
Hackles bristling still, the inky titan took a step forward and frowned. “Intentions mean very little to me when you stand so close,” he snapped to the male. The depths were his and he would not be so lenient with the two who came so close. Flickering his gaze to the golden youth, Skellige frowned and lifted his skull upward. “Where is home?” the ink-cloaked titan demanded with a lash of his tail. The silver fur along his rips rose upward and he was reminded to keep himself calm. This was not Warsaw; the wolves were not there to claim his land and steal his home.