Stavanger Bay oh the demons come, they can subside

@Nausicaä - hoping the tag works with that special whoop de doo in ur name

It was late evening when Ford had pulled himself from a makeshift den near the woods. The charred forest seemed to creak against the touch of a cold wind. Winter was upon them, and it would not be long before the lands were coated in a layer of snow. Thick clouds hung overhead like looming threats. Surely, they were to see a flurry or two before the first big fall.

At a distance, Ford could see the changing leaves on forest trees. He thought that his mother might like the sight of them, if she were anywhere near. Knowing that she had enough to occupy her time, the titan pushed her from his mind and moved to stretch his lengthy frame against the sand of the bay. His mismatched gaze searched along the coast for signs of passersby. Should anyone attempt to move through, he would be eager to let them know his intentions for the land.