The Sentinels Too much sauce

idk if there should be another thread where he talks with dei but i thought i'd post one last time with him here - he's following her where she goes /shrug

 

It was useless to speak to the child. She would not listen to him, and he found himself enraged by this. There was no hope that words of rational explanation would aid in her hatred. He should have left her to the tossing waves and the sand. Skellige did not find himself truly regretting his decision until he watched the girl – Larkspur – shrink away from him out of fear. The dramatics made him ill, and as he loomed there, he could feel himself wanting to turn away from her and cast her aside. The water wolf could not simply ignore the blessed child, though. She had been touched and swallowed by the sacred waves, and she had been returned… it meant that he could not leave her to her own fate. He knew that he had to harden her.
 
When she shrunk from him, it seemed to rouse the other wolf into a state of speaking. The swarthy sea king listened – dumbfounded – as the flighty woman demanded that he leave the child, explaining that his presence was detrimental to her healing process. Skellige had already learned that rational words would only fall on deaf ears. Instead, he was filled with a white hot fury that burned his gut.
 
“You must ask me to – who the fuck are y-” he spat, but his words were interrupted.
 
“Enough.”
 
The silver-striped Cairn drew his gaze toward Deirdre with a wild snapping of his neck. For a moment, he imagined it would be against him, but he was surprised that she had spoken down to the pretentious stranger. Skellige listened as she continued to talk, and found his fur pricking with frustration. The pale girl spoke as though he were basic – as if he could not comprehend the meaning of what the healers did. Her words painted him as a child, or an obedient slave, who only acted when acted upon. The leviathan could feel a sting in his pride, but he held his tongue and narrowed his brows tightly on his forehead. He was a guest in their forest, and if he were to act with hostility toward the unknown female who had the audacity to tell him to leave, the wolves of Donnelaith would no longer keep his coalition.
 
When the Mayfair had finished speaking, he huffed through widened nostrils at the other healer and curled his leathery lip over disgusting fangs. Without addressing the unknown wolf, he stepped away from the pup and toward Deirdre. The pale woman swayed where she stood and he watched her with a calculating expression on his shadowy face. Something was wrong.