King Elk Forest the inundation

Survival was growing more and more difficult. Skellige had only managed to catch small rodents to tide his persistent hunger over. He knew that if he could find a more permanent sanctuary. He had trailed the coast for a short while. The inky savage felt at home on the sands. Had it not been for the arrival of Ksenia, he would have remained there. Nevertheless, the dark brute would soon return to the brine-riddled sea shore to claim a home for himself. If his pale sister stood before him, he would cut her down. No force on earth could stop him this time.
 
Padding through the forest at a steady pace, Skellige would not have noted the slumbering she wolf had it not been for the gold in her pelt, which stood out from the forest floor. The eldest Cairn flicked his ears forward and heeded the woman with a cold stare. The shadow of a creature did not speak; he merely loomed.