Stavanger Bay reunion

The stranger was quick to defend his distance from the border that they had created. It brought an expression of amusement to the calculated titan’s face. It was guessed that he had drawn to close to another in the past. While that might have been something to question, Ford could not find it within himself to berate the stranger for doing nothing wrong. It wasn’t needed, and he felt that there was a greater chance at play. 

The warhound would always protect his claim with his fangs and his iron strength. He cared more for this home than the one he’d been born in, and he had only known it a short while. There was something to be said for his attachment to it. It had always been intended for him - at least, that was what he’d been told. It had taken him that long to begin to believe it. For all the things he had learned while growing, defense was one of the heavier focuses. He had learned that finding allies in peculiar places was another paramount to his success. 

You’re alright, he assured the silver cloaked figure. There was a gentle nod of his crown as he drew closer. Still remaining on his side of the border marking, Ford offered a polite smile. His eyes roamed the figure of the other wolf without pausing. Once he had pulled in a good estimate of the abilities that belonged to the slender vagabond, he made his posture to be less brutish. The hollowness of his soul was all that could be seen in his mismatched gaze. 

The question presented was welcome. This is Stormrift. We’ve got a small bunch right now but we’re looking for more to stake a claim, he answered in a tone that seemed open and serene. The smokiness of his baritone lingered in the air for a moment before he inquired, are you seeking a home, or just passing through?