Sea Lion Shores a change of pace

The wraith had not wished to spend very much time away from the golden Sharkbait. He had felt a possessive nature rising in his gut and it had finally settled in his chest with a dangerous fury. The swarthy brute had only wished to keep the child close to him and to allow for her to accept him as her father, but he feared that her blundering father would wash ashore and he would be forced to go to war over her. It had bothered him so that he had scarcely eaten and his visits with Deirdre had become few and far between. The success of their blessing had been a relief on him, but the leviathan still carried many concerns. The ghostly vision of Ksenia had not yet faded from his mind and he knew that she would not be gone for long – that her nature would be to destroy him and the home that he had built. The thought of the pale girl caused his fur to prick and his heart to beat in an irregular fashion.
 
The swarthy brute had taken to the beach in hopes that the incessant barking of the sea lions would flood his mind and drown everything else. Still, as he inched further and further away from the Blackrock and the small child he’d left at home, he began to grow irritable. Skellige was not the type to abandon his fight, but he knew that taking up his fangs and claws would solve nothing. He had been thrown into a war that could not be fought with his brute strength. As he padded along the sands, feeling the brush of ocean water against his ankles, his russet eyes caught sight of a bright red figure.