The Floodlands feel like i don't even know me

The wraith did not pull his gaze away from the other male. He did not find the meeting of their eyes to be unsettling. For as much as Skellige reminded Arturo of his children, there was some honest truth to this. The inky sea-born titan was brute force and rippling muscle packed beneath an intimidating pitch figure. He was sinister and vile, with very little regard for those around him. In a sense, his nature was almost childish. And were it not for the size of Skellige, he would possibly have the mentality of a young pup. Fearless and determined to take on whatever was placed before him. This made him dangerous… it made him a threat.
 
Snorting at the response that was issued from his present company, Skellige parted his jaws to gape at the other wolf, froth forming around his lips and drizzling from his upper canines to the lower rack of teeth. “Manners,” he echoed after a moment and chuckled once more, as though the concept of such a thing was fanciful. “A waste of time and breath,” he remarked finally with a small shrug of his broad shoulders. The corners of his lips flashed downward in a quick frown before returning to a neutral state.
 
Skellige was growing tired with talk. His stomach ached with a lack of sustenance and his mind was weary with all of the words passed between the two. It seemed that the coywolf understood that there was no claim to make on Skellige; he was as unbridled as the ocean itself. Before the dark beast was able to take another step forward, however, the hybrid made a remark that caught his attention.
 
Drawing his brows together in a tight formation, the dark titan leered at the other wolf for the longest time. “An alliance?” he rasped after a moment. “Yes, I am familiar with such bonds,” he then added with a solemn nod of his skull. The silver-ribbed beast had seen many alliances attempt to form on Warsaw… only to be broken by those who made them. The concept was smart, and the inky male knew that if he was to be a better leader than his cunt mother, he would have to forge worthy alliances. This moment was important.