Stavanger Bay choke this low till the veins start to shiver

There was a moment of surprise when the inky creature caught sight of an approaching stranger. He had thought for a moment that it was the emerald-eyed woman, returning to tend to him in the way she had promised. When the sun was not beating directly on the other wolf, he noted that she was painted in ash and not the freshly fallen powder of Deirdre’s coat. With a huff, he could feel himself growing more agitated with the thought that his healer had not returned to him.
 
Quite suddenly, the inky titan’s body came to life from its position in the sand, and he lifted his head so that he could crane his neck. A gruff noise was emitted from his mouth as he forced himself into a seating position and pointed his muzzle in the direction of the approaching stranger. His dark gaze flashed in a way that would appear to have been somewhat territorial. The lands were unclaimed, but he was a creature who had just gotten over an injury, and he truly had no grounds to throw someone from the bay.
 
Drawing his salmon-colored tongue across his dark mouth, he leered at the grey-coated woman who was traipsing on the beach, aimed for his position in the sands.