Stavanger Bay you are the night-time terror

Earth-shaker...

The warhound stiffened at the sound of such a calling. Never, in all of his life, had he been associated with the ground that they were doomed to travel upon. The Cairn wolves were not creatures of the earth, but of the sea. Although he shared a great deal of his blood with the Mayfair wolves of the wilds, he had not adopted their same love for the growing forests or the towering stone monuments. In time, he imagined that they would branch their claim to the forest that had been his mother's home. Until then, Ford was tied to the swell. The more he had thought of it, the more he realized that Velen or Rannveig would have better suited the sentinels. When that time arrived, he would discuss it with both of them.

The warhound did not slip away from her features as she poured her soul to him. His brows remained furrowed above his mismatched gaze, and his dark lips remained in a thin-lipped expression. Though her words were poetic, in their own way, they did very little to phase the distant features of his skeletal face. It seemed odd to him that she would spill herself so willingly to the likes of him – a stranger on an unfamiliar beach.

“Mmm,” he mused softly, allowing a ghostly smile to turn the corners of his lips upward just slightly. “You have found yourself in the place for becoming a storm.” With that, Ford cast his attention to the wandering waves and the chilling beating of their strength against the shore. While he may not have been the type to believe in spirits, he knew that there were powers beyond his understanding. The grit of the world was not all in black and white. And though it was not in his nature to nurture those who had lost loved ones, he had seen far more impressive feats of strength from strangers before.

“He could have survived the turmoil. Tell me, why did you pledge yourself to a pack if you are keen on finding him again?”

The question was direct and callous in its delivery. He pulled his sights from the ocean waters and cast them back to the pale woman with a stare that would have burned holes in a lesser creature. Ford might not have understood the same pull as she felt to her blood kin, but he would have sought the earth twice over if it meant that he could return them to his side. This was not an emotional connection that he felt – no – but the mindset that had been beat against him since he had been a young boy. The Mayfair-Cairns had his loyalty, and that would never change.