The Sentinels Too much sauce

The swarthy titan had called on the borders for his permission to enter the forest realm. It was vastly different from the shore where he had spent his life, and while Deirdre had spoken of magic and great things, he could not sense it. The trees were thick and tangled. He picked his way through them with lengthy strides. When he had visited before, the child had been in a world where she was not living or dead – she had slept for a long time. Skellige had studied the borders impatiently waiting to hear some news that the little Sharkbait had survived and was well once more. He wanted to take the child back to her home and to begin teaching her the ways of the depths.
 
When he closed the space on the area where the child was being kept, his ears were pulled forward at the sound of a young voice. Picking his pace up, the leviathan lingered for a moment near to Deirdre and Sharkbait before he offered a chuff of arrival. Then, the shadowy figure moved forward and captured the small golden pup in his gaze. “She’s awake,” he breathed – there was almost a tone of relief in the gravel of his voice.