Stavanger Bay war will nourish itself

If the woman’s thoughts could have been read, Skellige would have turned her away, for the great leviathan was not the man she had thought him to be. He was uncouth, savage, and though this was common for the wolves of Warsaw, the brute was also a murderer. His failed attempt on their sister was enough to demonstrate that fact, let alone the countless lives lost on the borders of the islands that they had called home for so long. If Leokadia was coming to him simply because she thought him to be a more just ruler than their pale sister, she may have found herself being set up for disappointment. His ambitions were greater than Ksenia’s, but aside from this, he was as feral as she, only his actions were unbridled.
 
The call sounded overhead and the brute’s ears swiveled atop his crown with a feeling of surprise dawning on him. He had not anticipated to hear her voice ring over the sound of the waves, but he was pleased to know that she had found the intended pack lands without too much trouble. Skellige’s scent was littered along the borders of the bay, though; any passersby would know that there were wolves there seeking to claim the land.
 
Drawing himself away from his den and the tasks he had been working to complete, the wraith padded toward the direction of the call with swift steps. Sand was kicked up behind his dark figure, and when he caught sight of the pale form of his sister, the man furrowed his brows and flicked his tail in greeting to the slender Cairn. She did not look to have changed a bit, but that did not trouble him. “Leo,” he rumbled a greeting with a short curling smirk on his inky lips. “Was home growing boring for you without Jagoda? I can’t imagine you’d have lasted long without your most loyal pawn,” he teased the pallid form of his sister with a sharp twinkle in his gaze.