Stavanger Bay Clearest blue

The confrontation with the father and daughter had gone surprisingly in the Blackrock’s favor. Skellige had been pleased with how quickly both Szymon and Doe had thrown themselves into battle with the distraught figure, and how quickly the sea had swallowed the small child whole. The leviathan could not stress how important it had been for them to have an appropriate sacrifice on the day before their blessing. It did well to allow for the waters to be more accepting of their claim on those lands. The wraith did not anticipate that on his stroll across the shore, he would see Doe conversing with a familiar golden figure.
 
His russet gaze burned like fire at the sight of her; she had survived the drop. Quite suddenly and inexplicably, the inky titan found his limbs carrying him swiftly toward the young girl and his Atoll. His fur bristled along his neck and shoulders as he closed the gap of space between them; the sands were kicked up behind his dark figure. Skellige did not think that his swift approach would be alarming to the young girl, but he did not care to think of such things – the sea had blessed her and spit her back out! It was a sign that she was meant to be within his brood, and though he had been quick to disregard her and throw her to the waters the day before… the leviathan found a budding protective nature over the child.
 
Sand sprayed beside him as he came to a halt and he snapped his teeth toward Doe once – it was not a sign of aggression toward the female, but merely a way of demonstrating that he would take the upper hand with this. “Sharkbait,” he sneered at the child with a curling lip. For Skellige had imagined that the child would have become food for the predators of the sea and it was very rare that he was wrong. Turning quickly toward Doe, he flicked his tail upward and locked his gaze with her own. “I want you to gather your herbs. She’s been blessed by the waters… but you must check her for injury,” he growled softly. Doe had proven herself well as a healer and he knew that he could count on her. The man only thought for a moment about calling Deirdre, but his recent frustrations with the pale forest wolf were enough to cast the thought aside.