Firefly Glen the night is dark and full of terrors

 
The titan's fangs clasped around the youth's body and he felt a surge of aggression flood through his system. There was a feral and savage wind to his movements. The boy shrieked with fear and a name tumbled from his lips, which caused the brute to narrow his brows and focus intently on the shadow of a child who was tenderly tucked into the lengthy grass. Her eyes had shot open and her face reflected the most raw sense of fear that he had ever witnessed. A gruesome growl rumbled from his throat and he flattened his ears to his crown.  
 
The child rose from her position on the earth and she shuddered there. For a flash of a second, it appeared as though she wanted to move forward – to attempt a hold on Skellige's figure. The idea was laughable, but she appeared to cower away from it at the last moment. Her eyes were like a reflection of the brightest blue skies, pricking with fresh tears and the fear of looming death.  
 
With a shake of his head, the leviathan rattled the young boy to keep him silent. His scarred limb could feel the weight of holding the pup in his slathering jowls. The strange child was certainly not as young as he would have preferred. His mind reflected on Sharkbait for a moment before he cast the thought aside. Skellige was determined that he would not fail in his goals. He was certain that he would turn this child into the prodigy that he so desired.  
 
With a another shake of his skull, the wraith moved to fling the boy into a nearby boulder, hoping that it would cease the flailing.