Stavanger Bay change the narrative.

When Yami turned her back on him, cursed his name, fled from him — he just stood there and let her go. He had his back to her in the start and when he heard her thunderous departure the man finally turned and leveled his pale eyes upon her narrow ass, but he merely scoffed. Let her go, then. He'd find someone better within minutes. So much for a life of adventure — the little coward couldn't take a little blood, a little danger, and now Firefly was left to his own devices. He abandoned the man in the dirt soon after that and would not look back.

He took his time in crossing over in to the claim too — he let himself calm further, trace his route along the limits and desecrate each point he could find traces of that other man's scent, until he was too bored of the maintenance to continue. The smell of the sea water invigorated him more than the metallic taste of blood between his teeth ever could. 

There was no way for him to know how long he roamed across his new kingdom, he didn't really care where he went or how long it took, he was vibrating with anticipation (and some fatigue, probably a concussion similar to the skull-faced man if he still lived), and finally stopped when he got to the center of the territory, where he sat down and merely waited.