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

Almost immediately, Ford regretted approaching his sibling. Then again, he should have been very surprised by the response that had been given. It was characteristic of Rannveig to let slip a comment that had little place. As for the work, the warhound could not have been too displeased; the beach lounger was patrolling the territory, after all.

“No... it takes more than you think to fill in the holes you left,” the titan responded with a wicked smirk. Drawing his head upward and drinking in the saline breeze that was brushed across the beach, he turned his attention to where the nearest source of fresh water was and motioned with a swing of his skull for Rannveig to follow. They'd fill up and finish off the patrol together.