Stavanger Bay under the waves and the earth of an age

He had visited the Blackrock that day. The stretch of ocean water had called to him from the hours of the early morning, and he had risen from his empty den to find himself directed toward the swell. The sun had not yet risen and he had submerged himself in the waters until he could sink down to where the strange jagged stone sat in the sands. Skellige had visited the rock many times, and had not yet discovered what magic it might have possessed. The titan could feel the energy radiating from the sharp edges of the massive figure, but there had been very little good luck to follow. He had wondered if Deirdre even wished to have him and his wolves on the edges of her home after all. She had certainly been busying herself with the drama that was unfolding in her pack. The leviathan wanted nothing to do with their political drama.
 
After having left the waters, the swarthy titan set to his borders in hopes that he could refresh them before he sought to fish. The wolves of Donnelaith had expressed that they were not all pleased with his choice in pack land. Skellige couldn’t have cared less. The bay did not belong to them – it was a free territory – and they had no right to block him from claiming it, no matter how pretentious they were. The shores had been blessed and they had already received the good will of their mystics. The wolves of the forest would have to pry him from the lands with tooth and claw if they wished to see him gone. And if it was a war that they wanted, they would not win against a creature who was bred to fight until his dying breath.
 
Catching sight of an inky figure who appeared quite unfamiliar to him, Skellige drew his skull upward and narrowed his eyes on the girl. She smelled of the forest, but he had not seen her and did not recall having heard of someone who matched her appearance. Curiosity drew him forward and he regarded her with a single quirked brow and an upward swing of his tail. There was not a verbal greeting to meet her, but the inky titan did cant his head to the left just slightly as if to ask what had brought her to the edges of his land.