Firefly Glen the night is dark and full of terrors

 
The hulking wraith of a beast trudged further from his home than he had been in quite some time. The separation from the sea was enough to twist his soul and grip him with a ferocity that could not have been described by any mortal being. There was a hollowness to his actions and the conviction with which he moved – the jagged and unsteady limp of a brutal wound still reflected in his step. Though he had been instructed to tend to it and to keep himself off of his feet, Skellige had not listened to the urges of his healer and his betrothed to be. Deirdre had been kind and patient, but he was a foul and wicked soul. There was nothing that her sweet nature could offer that would change the brutality of his being.  
 
As the titan stepped through the wood, his dark eyes were trained on the movements that flickered across his vision. There was a scent on the wind, but he was not certain of the direction. The only direction that he knew was forward. The jagged fur along his neck and shoulders danced with the breeze that whispered through the wood. His salt-stained ribs seemed to reflect the skeleton underneath his flesh. The leviathan was truly a haunting shape.  
 
Suddenly, he caught sight of a stirring figure at the forefront of his vision. The wraith's lip curled and a yellowed fang was revealed. As he closed some of the distance on the moving lumps, he noted what they were with a vile thought that flashed through his mind. Children...  
 
A sickening expression creased his inky features and his mahogany eyes narrowed on the pups with a gluttonous desire. Lowering his skull toward the earth and lurching forward, the leviathan aimed to grip the boy in his rancid teeth. The young girl was fortunate that her coat was so dark – so concealed by the night background – or he would have perhaps killed her immediately. Instead, he focused on the boy and aimed to rip him away from his bunk mate.