Sea Lion Shores bacon

 
The barking of the sea lions was a distraction to his busy mind. He had frequented those shores in hopes that their incessant yelps would draw him from his own depths and help him find ground. The maze in his head was proving difficult, and the great hulking beast had never found a time in which he had so easily doubted the nature of his being and the path that was set for him. The longer that he spent outside of his claimed lands, the more he realized how much of that world was owed to him. He thirsted for the stretch of shoreline and the lapping of waters against the coast. If he could raise numbers, he did not doubt that he could stake another claim nearby – that even Szymon could lead his own band of sea wolves there. The thought of that power was enough to drive him to madness.  
 
The yelping of the sea lions was not the first thing that the leviathan noticed. His dark gaze found the shape of an unfamiliar male who was hulking menacingly toward the pups. Skellige had eaten many of them himself; they were slow and weaker than their parents, so they made for a quick meal. His thick paws sunk into the wet sands and he drew his skull upward to watch curiously as the other wolf made a move toward them. He wished to see how proficient this man was at hunting the creatures of the water.