Stavanger Bay Laughing Place

The swarthy male's ears flattened to his skull at the sentence that fell from her lips. He watched her with a cold calculation and found himself growing antsy the more she continued. She had already confessed her feelings for his brother once before, and he had cast her aside with the excuse that they were trying to form his legacy. They had since blessed the lands and created a home for the wolves around them. Skellige knew that he could not deny her. He had no more reason to. She had done what had been asked of her and it was only suitable that she should receive a reward for the effort that had been made. 

Flicking his tongue across his dark lips and narrowing his brows on her, the sea wolf stiffened and drew his head upward. "Very well," he growled softly to the girl. "You may take him. Bring the strength of the Cairn blood to these lands," he then added with an intense expression creasing his already stern features. He had been searching for youth. He needed them to be raised within his home so that he might forge a new line of devoted beasts - those who belonged to the depths. If she would bring them new blood, he would not find issue with it.