Stavanger Bay let me see the light with the dark trees shadowing

The ocean had a peculiar way of tending to the rugged ways of people's souls. It was as though the touch of the water was just enough to smooth down the worst of the jagged edges; to create something beautiful. It was this that chained the skeletal brute to it. For all of his faults, the titan was made into a greater man because of his attachment to the swell. As powerful as he was, Ford Lasher Mayfair-Cairn would have been a savage and brutal beast of war if it had not been for the touch of the saline water. Perhaps, there was still a portion of him that remained that way. So long as he remained beside her, he would not succumb to those things.

The winter winds had brought a promise of snow many times over in the last month. The titan had watched flurries take to the wind and drift around them on many nights. He had seen the skies littered with looming clouds and then the break of pristine, glistening white. With it, the waters had turned colder and far more intimidating. Still, that was where he found himself. In the depths of his home, Ford was surrounded by only the deep dark of the beryl ocean. It was only when his limbs could not support the weight of his frame that he found his return to shore.

There, he caught sight of a stranger.

For a long moment, the warhound watched her with a calculated stare. His frame dripped freely as he stepped away from the touch of the lapping waves. Once he had been fully released from the ocean's hold, he began his prowl toward her. With his crown held low toward the earth, his movements appeared leonine and predatory. It was not until he had closed much of the distance that had stretched between them that he took on a less intimidating shape.

“Hello,” his smoky baritone struck the air, and his crown was lifted upward. It seemed that his voice lingered there for a moment, waiting to see if she would turn to him or if he had merely imagined her. “You've found yourself at the mouth of the world. Is it everything you could have hoped for?” the massive brute then remarked. There was a hint of humor in the lilt of his voice, and if she were to turn to look at him she would have seen the slight curling of his dark lips into a smile. Only his eyes remained hollow and void of emotion. Everything else spoke of feeling and reverence. His mismatched sights swung to look at the waters before focusing back on her, waiting to see what information he could pull from her response.