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He did not care for the thoughts that ran rampant through the strange woman’s mind. For she was still very much a foreigner in the sands. It was evident by the way that she trekked across their stretch of beach… she did not belong there. That did not stop the hulking leviathan from keeping her locked away inside of his caves. He had shown her the boundaries of the pack and had issued a word of warning if she should attempt to escape the lands. It mattered very little to him that the great gods had no use for her there. He would find her worth.
 
The alluring gesture that offered him a chance to enter his own den had caused a strike of rage to erupt inside of his chest. The swarthy male lowered his skull and made a motion to close the distance between them, but felt the strain that crashed through the muscles of his injured leg. Skellige was immediately struck by aggravation at his own limitations. The wraith would curse it all if it meant that he could have his reign once more, with the body that he had been destined to use.
 
A low growl was emitted from his mouth and he staggered forward haphazardly. Sand was kicked up behind him, but the great sea wolf managed well enough to touch upon the mouth of his den. His head was swimming with the plum liquid that sloshed about in his gut. The mahogany of his gaze sought her once more.