Stavanger Bay my heart is broke, but i have some glue

The titan followed in the sporadic markings of his brother at a careful pace. The length of his limbs allowed him to reach the corners that Rannveig had missed and mark them himself, providing the back with a perfectly fresh coat for any passerby. When he had emptied his bladder of all fluid, he took to rubbing his dark coat against the jagged corners of stones or rolling against the rough earth. All of it was done to fill in the holes that his brother had left behind in his erratic movements.

After a short while, the titan caught sight of the slate coat of his sibling. Picking up his pace, Ford trotted to close some of the space between them and released a chuff to announce his presence. With plumes of steam rising from his flared nostrils, the warhound finished breaking the space between them and fell beside Rannveig with a quiet snort. “Good to see you tending to the borders, brother,” he offered in a smoky voice.