Ravenshook Cliffs it came through the yard again last night

There were clouds that seemed to linger in the distance, making promise of a cool night. The breeze that toyed with the edges of the foliage also ran its fingers through the jagged length of fur along the titan's neck and shoulders. He prowled further and further until he had found himself on the edge of the cliffs with the sea below him. Without fear, Ford leaned forward and peered over the edge of the jagged drop. There were wicked rocks below, housed in the arms of the ocean water. It would have been a drop to his death if he were to tumble and fall; at least he imagined it to be.

Breathing in the aroma of brine and saline, Ford felt his shoulders sink as he pulled away from the edge of one world and the beginning of another.

If it weren't for the sheer size of the cliffs, he would have thought them to be perfect for performing the drop. There was a gut instinct that told him if he were to throw children from that great height, they would never return. The bay was home to its own set of jagged stone walls, though. The bay was proving to be the most ideal location he had ever happened upon. Still, the warhound could not help but to be drawn by every aspect of the seaside. As he trailed the length of the cliffs, the swarthy titan kept his eyes trained on the distant waters.