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The familiar scent of Skellige’s opposite had found his nostrils, and for a moment the great titan turned his head to glance at his youngest sibling with a slow nod. It would be nice to have the other Cairn there; if anything were to happen with this stranger and his child, Skellige would have preferred to have a capable fighter on his side. The two sea wolves against the single father would not pan out well, but the leviathan hoped that he would not need to use any brute force against the scarred figure. It seemed as though he had already endured a substantial amount of trouble in his time.
 
Without warning, the golden pup darted from beside her father and past Skellige. His eyes snapped toward her with shock and he found himself unleashing a furious growl. The father moved to follow and Skellige stepped in front of the man with a sickening snap of his yellowed teeth. “Szymon, hold this man,” he barked to his brother in a tone that suggested if he were to let the brown male go, there would be a severe punishment in store. Skellige was kindly to the pallid Cairn, but he was not opposed to adding to the notches in his pelt.
 
With a swift turn, the inky wolf darted after the golden pup. His eyes were trained on her small form as she sought to run toward the sea. In the back of his mind were flashes of his own drop and he found himself realizing what must happen; the pup must be thrown to the sea.