Ankyra Sound once you kill a cow, you gotta make a burger

The warhound had ventured a great ways down the coast; further than he had imagined he would. The rolling sea had kept his company while he traveled, and he felt as though it had energized him to move as far along as he had. It seemed as though it would stretch on forever. Ford wondered how long his limbs would allow him to go, or if there was a point in ever stopping. The itch of wanderlust seemed to creep through him like a spreading disease. The titan did what he could to smother it.

After having been stopped by towering stone, the swarthy creature turned his attention inward. The entrance seemed as though it had created a naturally private territory that opened up into sprawling beach and a series of caverns. A forest seemed to hide a series of shadows that lured him toward them. He moved through it with caution, certain that someone would have sought to claim such an ideal location. It did not take long before he caught sight of a figure who's coloration was particularly striking.

Ford watched, his gaze following her movements with careful precision. For a while he held his distance and made sure that he did not make much noise to alert her. The wind was in his favor, then, but he could not count on that to last. The trees granted him concealment for a short while, holding close to the inky colors of his coat. The warhound moved closer to the stranger before he released a chuff of warning. The last thing he needed was for this girl to believe that she was being followed by an unfamiliar.