Stavanger Bay reunion

The group had done exceptionally well to ensure that their borders were marked appropriately with their intent to claim. The more bodies that filled the bay, the more it would smell like someone had made it a home. That was, of course, their intention. The great warhound had been tirelessly trekking along the weaker edges of the terrain, marking where he could and making a good effort to display a show of claim where he could not mark. In many of the places where their defenses were not as strong, Ford could scent that one of his brothers had already passed by. At least they had managed to make good use of themselves.

Reaching the far outer edge of the pack, the skeletal titan caught sight of a shape that moved just outside. The stranger was keeping a wide space between himself and the markings on the border; it was appreciated. With a careful approach, the looming figure closed some of the space between them and when it was appropriate, he called out to the grey fellow, “hello there.” The titan drew his crown upward and placed a welcoming smile on his dark lips. He did not entirely expect them to have arrived directly at his doorstep so soon. Still, it was an opportunity that he did not wish to miss, if he could help it.