Shimmering Sands Ballroom blitz

 
The wraith stepped further and further away from the black ring that surrounded his home. He had allowed Deirdre to take Rannoch to Donnelaith to heal his injuries from the drop. In all his time, the silver-banded titan had never seen a child simply walk from the waters – certainly not from the heights that the forest prince had endured. Skellige was beginning to wonder if it truly was destined to be. He could not imagine that great ones would have lured him into the glen to steal a child who was not meant to dwell on the blessed sands of the Blackrock Depths.  
 
These thoughts occupied his mind and drove him further from the bay. He was insistent on staying near the shore – he needed to feel the beating of the waves against the earth. If he so much as drifted, the madness would return to consume his mind. All the while, the paranoia of having Ksenia return to the wilds was lingering behind every thought. The brute could not find true emotion while the pale Cairn breathed in the same saline winds as he.  
 
As the sand shifted and the titan neared a small stretch of beach, he caught sight of a peculiar stranger. The female appeared quite transfixed with the waves. Each slap of the chilling waters seemed to entice the wolf to react with... aggression? Skellige's brow furrowed over his dark eyes and he drew his crown upward to peer on curiously.