I'm Worse At What I Do Best

Alabaster paws would glide across the terra, and the titan found themself in search of something to occupy the time. Abandoning the continent their family had claimed as home, they sought out mortals to terrorise. Here, there didn't seem to be any luck of finding someone. These swamps were murky and abysmal, only the foolish would spend time here. The distant splash of something landing in shallow water attracted them. Head held low, the beast tracked the smaller sounds to a strange creature. Was this one of the spirits that his sister had seduced? This was no fire spirit, but it was neither a normal wolf.

Scrutinising the giggling creature, they tilted their crown to one side. What was in the water that needed to be fooled with so intently? A few more steps, coming in close behind the strange spirit. Peering over its shoulder, they would search the water for something. Tiny, skittering forms across the surface were almost too small to make out.

"A strange way to occupy your time, dear." Soft vocals would croon, expression twisting into a teasing grin. The godling feared no spirits, they were still beneath their divinity.