Stavanger Bay Song of the waves

Until they made their claim official, passersby on the shore were to be expected. The titan thought it normal that others would wander through. He hoped that there would be some that would stay. He hoped that there was a chance that their growing numbers would attract more. As much as he would like it, Ford felt as though he was limited to the bay. After Dalia had been attacked, the warhound did not feel as though he could step away from where she had limited herself. The sea wolf felt that if he were to leave, and something worse were to have happened to her, he would have failed as a leader. How could he expect to pull his wolves together and help them grow if he could not even protect them from outside dangers?

Perhaps that was why he saw the stranger in the sands and decided to approach with such aggression. While he might not have known of her limitations, that could have been the one thing that saved him from chasing her away. The fur along his neck and shoulders stood rigidly, like jagged peaks atop dark mountains. He prowled toward her with a savage swaying of his massive frame until he had all but closed the space between them. It was only then that he saw the milky gloss over her eye and the ragged stick that she carried in her mouth.

“Have you lost your way?” the warhound inquired in a smoky baritone. Ford ran his mismatched gaze over her features, searching for answers that he hoped would be displayed on her face.