Stavanger Bay blood and wine

The protective nature he had taken over the bay had been disturbing; any passersby had been met with clashing fangs and wild eyes. It had made Skellige weary. He was a large beast, proportioned for more food than he had been able to intake. The hunger that lingered in the lands was enough to drive him from his mind. So when his rich gaze caught sight of a specimen carelessly tromping about in the waves, a fresh rage welled inside of him. She appeared to be attempting the capture of fish, though she was young and foolish in her attempts. The inky titan watched her quietly for some time, boiling his anger inside of him until he saw her leave the depths and collapse in the sands beside the water.
 
It took strength to lift himself upwards and trudge towards her. His wraith-like figure seemed to sway precariously in his steps. When he had managed to close a majority of the distance between them, Skellige leered wildly at the pale woman; her coat reminded him of Ksenia. It was not until he saw the emerald glint of her gaze that he could calm the manic beating of his heart. “Why are you… here?” his voice grumbled from his throat, catching at the end. His brows were furrowed tightly over his mahogany gaze, and his yellowed canines flashed at her.