Sequoia Coast your heart is like the ocean, mysterious and dark

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The woman’s gaze roamed over his features with a certain care; even the touch of her green gaze was gentle, and the wraith could not understand how she had found herself in his company and willing to stand him. Yet, it seemed that she was surprised that he should linger in her company after having witnessed her unceremonious attack from the thin-legged stranger. The limp tail still sat in the sands, forgotten for the time being by the two wolves. The quiet push and pull of the shores had calmed the great titan down from his former rage, and though he was still irked by the occurrence, Skellige knew that there would be no means of tracking the creature down to finish the job. The coywolf had vanished with – hopefully – no intention of returning.
 
Fixing the girl with his dark gaze, the beast listened to her speak as though he had not heard her voice in ages. Though she was not the happy little pearl that he had recalled from their swim in the sea, she still managed to inspire a spark from her eyes. When, at last, she introduced herself, the dark wolf was not certain that the name was fitting of her. He furrowed his brows and trailed his eyes along her face in search of some familiarity with the name ‘Deirdre’ and after a moment or two, he simply accepted it.
 
“I am Skellige Cairn,” he returned with a slow nod of his head. This had been the second he had spoken his name, though it felt far more monumental that the pale woman knew it.
 
 

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