Stavanger Bay war will nourish itself

The inky brute had known that he should have been reluctant for another to check her wound, but he was more set on having to prove the black-striped girl that she had been wrong, and that there were creatures who were far more beautiful than she could have imagined who could love a beast such as himself. Though Skellige knew that the love he had earned from Deirdre had been given to him by one of youthful air and an almost naïve mind, it mattered very little. She had proven a sense of maturity far beyond her years, and it was one of his many reasons for finding himself so drawn to her. Though the leviathan had never known any true semblance of love, there was an inkling of it in his heart for the pale forest wolf.
 
With a snort, the sea king pointed his muzzle in the direction of the Donnelaith borders and began to lead his injured sister through the depths of the bay, allowing her to take sight of what it was he would conquer. Though it was not Warsaw, it was his own, and for that he felt more pride than he ever had on the old islands of his homeland.