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At once, the pale creature met his words with a snap of her own, and the brute’s lips curled wayward to expose yellowed canines that glinted against the small light that shone on them. The fur along his neck and spine bristled irritably and, though he had to find himself impressed by her gumption, Skellige would not stand for such words. “The Cairn family has treated you well on the islands. Do not forget that,” came the lash of his tongue against the girl. They were not on the islands, though, and she had traveled a great stretch of land and sea in order to find him there… but he did not understand why. The Ryba family had done well enough on the shores of the islands; he had recalled their numbers had grown greatly, but they had never held any claim over the territory in the same manner as the Cairn wolves.
 
Lifting his tail upward and drawing his crown so that he towered over her form, the brute eyed her with his brows furrowed tightly over his dark eyes. She was there to join his ranks, but he could not help but think that she had been sent from the islands in search of him. Drawing a single brow upward, the great sea king leered at her for a second longer before allowing words to fall from his leathery lips.
 
“You leave behind the islands, after most of my family – the family you spoke so highly of only moments before – has abandoned it. Why? Would the Ryba clan not have a higher chance with most of the Cairn children out here?” he inquired of her, and though his voice was level, there was a sharpness to his words that suggested she keep her wit and good will on lockdown. Skellige was not a foolish creature; he was wary of this pale form, though she brought a flood of memories from his past. He could recall the woman standing beside him during raids. He remembered training her for attack parties. Now she stood on the edge of his territory asking for a place among his ranks. “Why?”