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

For a moment in time, her words actually struck him. He peered at her, his position aggressive, and listened to the lies that fell from her lips. But Skellige’s desires were enough to cloud his judgement for a moment in time. She was right in the sense that they did not belong there. They were Cairn children; they belonged to the battlegrounds of Warsaw. Ksenia truly appeared to be perturbed by both of their positions there. The inky brute took a step towards her with caution on his face. The scar that he had adorned her with caught his gaze and in a heartbeat’s time, the dark-furred Cairn shook himself and again placed distance between them. He would not be lured by her sultry words; Jaglon had already fallen to such tricks.
 
“Mother despises me, Ksenia. Her love for you is unquestionable. You were always her favorite,” he growled quietly, flattening his ears to his skull. The carnal fury that he felt in his stomach was enough to make him ill. His attempted murder of the pale woman before him had sent their mother into a fit. The banishment that he had received was only issued due to the pleas of their father. Had it not been for Bronislav, Skellige would have been killed.
 
Casting his gaze to cover the area in a sweeping motion, the dark-furred male then returned it to his sister and it simmered there. “Where are the others?” he demanded with a throaty bark. If Ksenia was there, the other Cairn children could not be far.