Stavanger Bay hands getting cold

The girl was quick to turn to him, but he did not miss the quick reflex that had lifted her hackles before they rested. The brute wondered if she still felt as though she was at risk of another attack. He had worked himself weary in an attempt to keep their lands safe, as well as to keep out any unwanted bodies. He had wandered until he could no longer track the male who had assaulted her so carelessly, and even though he had returned to the bay, he did not allow a day to pass when he didn't think of the bastard. There would come a time when the warhound would find purchase in the stranger's neck, and he would drag the body back to the ocean for the sharks to devour. Until then, his focus was on his pack and the growth that they still had to attain.

“I'm as well as I can be, Dalia,” he offered her in a smoky baritone, lacing his dark lips in a ghostly smile. He closed the remaining distance that had been between them and then breathed a deep sigh. The ocean leveled his head, and he focused on the quiet lapping of the waves against their shore. “How have you been fairing?” the titan finally asked her. He canted his head just slightly to the right and his mismatched gaze burned through her features.