Oystercatcher Tide Pools do not look for my heart anymore, the beasts have eaten it

I am shamelessly going to steal this

There was a certain madness in his eyes. The inky savage took to the coast in a frenzy, but after an hour of searching, his rapid heart had slowed and his mind began to search for reason. Her scent was unmistakably carried by the wind - tainted in brine and salt, but still prevalent. Skellige would not have mistaken it for anything. It only made sense for the pale cunt to seek the coast. They were born to the ocean and they would die beside it. She was a Cairn. They did not wander far from their home. 

The waves sounded as they rolled to the shore quietly before being pulled back out. High tide, he observed with a thoughtful frown in the direction of the ocean. Furrowed brows creased his forehead for a moment before he lowered his muzzle to the sands and trotted forward, eyes peeled. The hunger in his gut made him short in temper and quicker to lash out. There was no logical presence in his mind. He needed to survive, not placate those around him. Though his regard for the pack wolves of the Teekon wilds was something that would certainly cause him trouble over time. 

His eyes locked on her. Instantly, his hackles rose and the fur along his spine prickled with an intense longing that he wasn't sure he could sate it. Skellige could scarcely believe it. Ksenia right before his very eyes... and without Jaglon. It was unimaginable. Fate.