Hadraniel was not a family guy nor was he particularly interested in birth, but here he was sitting along the beach casually watching as perhaps the last sea turtles of the season hatched from their eggs and desperately scrambled towards the ocean. The few seagulls that remained along the shoreline cawed savagely at each other as they fought for the easy food, they're actions more than entertaining for the male as he continued to watch from his perch upon a dune.
Despite the sickening delight it brought to the male as he watched the innocent babes dies, he knew he couldn't pass up an opportunity as good as this. With a stretch the sandy male stood, acidic eyes full of wicked intent as he neared the slaughter. This was going to be fun.
The barking of the sea lions was a distraction to his busy mind. He had frequented those shores in hopes that their incessant yelps would draw him from his own depths and help him find ground. The maze in his head was proving difficult, and the great hulking beast had never found a time in which he had so easily doubted the nature of his being and the path that was set for him. The longer that he spent outside of his claimed lands, the more he realized how much of that world was owed to him. He thirsted for the stretch of shoreline and the lapping of waters against the coast. If he could raise numbers, he did not doubt that he could stake another claim nearby – that even Szymon could lead his own band of sea wolves there. The thought of that power was enough to drive him to madness.
The yelping of the sea lions was not the first thing that the leviathan noticed. His dark gaze found the shape of an unfamiliar male who was hulking menacingly toward the pups. Skellige had eaten many of them himself; they were slow and weaker than their parents, so they made for a quick meal. His thick paws sunk into the wet sands and he drew his skull upward to watch curiously as the other wolf made a move toward them. He wished to see how proficient this man was at hunting the creatures of the water.
It took little effort to reach the murder scene, and while Hadraniel's savage gaze was set firmly upon the hatchlings, the cries from above caused an abundant of vile curses to come spilling from the man's maw. The gulls were a nuisance, and when a foolish one swooped down in hopes of snatching away the sandy male's prize, it met it's unfortunate end.
The man paid little attention to the young that now scampered off towards the ocean and instead turned to focus on his reward. The seagull was fat, it would make for a good enough meal to hold him over until his next hunt. So with satisfied snarl the man savagely began to pluck away at the feathers, far too occupied to notice anyone or anything that may be watching.