Stavanger Bay buzzing of the bees

The days drew on, and the great leviathan knew that his time had come – the claiming of the lands was upon him. Each passing hour was like a ticking of a clock, and he breathed in the brine from the sea with a new sense of purpose in his limbs. The wolves that had gathered with him were capable beasts, and they had done well to prove themselves to him in their short time on the bay. Doe had accepted the roll of Atoll, and had made herself busy with all of her preparations for the blessing. The titan knew that their days were drawing down, and once the waters whispered to him, he would call for his pack to gather and to take the blessing of the mystics. Once they had received the touch of the great ones, and their guides had been bestowed upon them, their claim would be official. The only thing that plagued him was the thought of the nearby wolves of the wood; Deirdre had done well in aiding them when needed, but the wraith was certain that he would not receive the same treatment from the others of Donnelaith.
 
The sands were warm from the light of the sun, and the sea king found himself plodding through them with the intention of going beneath the waves to cool his inky frame. The black rock that was located in the depths of the sea had become something of an inspiration to him, though he was beginning to think that he relied on it far too much. Skellige did not have to be a witch doctor to know that the jagged stone was blessed by the spirits of the water; it was evident in the very aura that radiated from the rock. He had decided to build their pack on the landmark itself: Blackrock Depths. Only those who were true to the nature of the ocean would be able to witness its splendor.
 
Once the touch of the cool liquid had brushed against his paws carefully, Skellige found his mind traveling to his Atoll and the request that she had left him with. The witch doctor wanted to take Szymon has her mate. The news had bewildered him upon hearing it, but he had taken his time and had found that his need was to speak with his youngest sibling. Abandoning his desire to dance beneath the waves, the sea king drew back his crown and called for @Szymon, bidding the pallid youth to come to him on the edge of their beloved ocean.