Stavanger Bay dreams fighting machines inside my head like adversaries

@Amatsu <3

The water washed up against his chest and urged him to step deeper, until he could no longer feel the sand beneath his paws. The winds had whipped against him during the storm, and had tore the limbs from the trees that stood along the sentinels edge. He had watched the beach as it was littered by the great booming tempest, and he had reveled in it. After all, the warhound had been stormblessed. It was the one act of nature that he found deserving of his reverence, and this did not seem as though it would ever change.

With a heavy sigh that released the tension within his shoulders, Ford moved away from the lapping waves and made his way back to the beach. Once there, the sea-bound wraith shook his coat, and the touch of winter clasped tightly to the coarse and jagged hairs along his frame. Turning his sights to the outskirts of their bay, the Mayfair-Cairn set out to patrol along the borders. His mind buzzed with the premise of what they were attempting to accomplish. He could feel that they were close, but he sought the promise of more bodies to fill his ranks. Winter would be challenging to them if they did not have the support that was needed.