Stavanger Bay catskills in january

 
The water beat against the shore with a quiet rage that he could not ignore.  
 
Deirdre had said that he should use the ocean as a therapy to help his wounds heal, but he found himself irritated by the thought that he could not move through the swell as he had before. It was almost as though he had been stripped of everything that made him leviathan. But he still roamed the sandy shores and he felt the gentle touch of the water against his ankles as he reminisced about his savage abilities within the depths. More than this, though, the blackrock still called to him from the saline waters. He was furious that he could not answer.  
 
Padding forward, the wraith felt the breeze of autumn as it darted through his thick coat and played with the missing fur along his shoulder. Every so often he would allow his dark gaze to roam to the wound and he would frown. His body had been tarnished before, but he had never found himself so stripped of his inky pelt. It would scar heavily, he knew, but it was a sign of his victory. Deirdre had said that the water would soothe him, but he thought to her healing ways and he found himself growing more sour. It was almost as though the thought of recovery had planted a foul seed inside of him and it was ready to bloom.  
 
Drawing his gaze upward, the leviathan caught sight of an unfamiliar lump within his sands. The fur along his neck and spine bristled fiercely and he limped forward, internally thrashing himself for the lack of mobility that he had adopted since the bear attack. It would be an immediate sign of weakness if this creature were to bring harm to the depths. But it appeared that they were stranded within the waters, and she had tossed the stranger to the shores as a gift.  
 
Closing the space between them as the wolf coughed up the saline waters, he furrowed his brows over deep mahogany eyes. Skellige's lip curled over his yellowed canines and he drew his crown upward so that he towered over her slumped frame. "How unfortunate that you should wash ashore here," he drawled coldly to the figure.  
 
The breeze brought a cold snap as it tossed through the tangle of dark fur along his neck and shoulders. For a moment, he resembled the dredge of his homeland. For a moment, he had found his strength again.