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The chilling touch of winter forced him to take a brisk pace along the edge of the world. Though he knew it did him little good, the warhound remained close enough to the sea that it could lap against his limbs as it rolled into shore. The wild fur along his neck and shoulders stood like jagged quills against the afternoon sky – a dismal grey that seemed to stretch on forever. It draped him in a backdrop of greyscale, almost as though he had wandered from it himself. Were it not for the tinge of beige against the sand, it would have been a dreary sight to behold.

The further that he trekked, the colder the weather grew. Just before he latched his sights to the – surprisingly – familiar figure, a cruel gust of wind kicked up against his frame. The titan gritted his teeth together sharply, clenching his jaw against the touch of the wicked winter air. With a shift of it, her scent was drawn toward him and flushed through his flared nostrils. The aroma of her coat was not just familiar to her, but it cast a memory of others that he had happened upon from her same dwelling – the stargazer included.

A low howl slipped from his lips and lingered against the air like a crack of thunder. He called to her so that her attention might have been drawn to him, but the warhound did not know if she would change her direction to cross his path. The distance between them was still great enough that she could have abandoned all chance of drawing near to him again. Still, he waited.