Stavanger Bay you are the night-time terror

Had the titan taken on more of his mother's mindset, he would have found a peculiar kinship with the night sky. Instead, he was a beast of rational and logical thought, who rarely strayed from the knowledge that he had garnered, or the experience that he had lived. Still, somewhere in his genes, Ford had found a drawing to the sprinkling of lantern lights that glittered across the onyx backdrop. Something about the unknown had sparked an interest in the warhound, and he had found himself trekking across the sanded beaches with his crown pointed skyward in hopes of understanding.

Were it not for the shift in wind, Ford might have missed the pale figure that traipsed through his intended claim. Once his flared nostrils caught the aroma, the great brute snorted and turned his mismatched pair of eyes to the stranger on his shore. With a rigid frame, the titan watched; it seemed that the stars had brought her too. Prowling across the sands as he had been intended, the sea wolf released a chuff to announce his presence before he stood some ten yards from the female and waited for her to meet his cold gaze.