Stavanger Bay you are the night-time terror

Purpose had found him.
 
Or, rather, it had been thrust upon him at a very young age. There was a tradeoff to the lives that were led by the light and dark creatures who stood beside each other on the shore. For the darker had found a sense of drive in his actions and pursuits; he had worked to build his empire because that was what he had been told to do all his life. There were no other options for the likes of Ford. His path had been etched in the stars on the day that he had entered the world. Destiny had grabbed hold of him and would never let go. In that life, there was a great deal of certainty… but it was not the perfect existence.
 
For the lighter of the two, it seemed as though she had yet been touched by the hand of fate. Though she had foolishly pledged herself to a pack that she had passed along her way, it seemed as though she had been free to make that choice. She may have longed for the day that she would reunite with her brother, but she was still free… she could do anything that she wished in the days in between. With that, she was faced with her own trials that she was required to overcome.
 
Purpose was not everything, and it did not have the same appeal to all.
 
Then there was a quip about how if she had found herself in a place where she could wander, half of her journey would have been complete. The great titan did not refrain from snorting at such a thing, for he had never heard something quite so foolish in his life.
 
“You’re wrong in that… no matter where you find yourself, there is no halfway to the task you have before you. He will be found when you find him, and no amount of hmming and hawing in between will get you closer. It’s black and white; you are, or you are not. He is found,” the brute swept his mismatched gaze to the pale woman with a fierce furrowing of his brows. He regarded her in that way for a heartbeat of time.
 
“Or he is not.”
 
It was then that he decided that he was done speaking to the likes of dreamers. For all of their flowery words, they were not very good at taking action. At least, that was what he had found. So, the warhound stirred from his place and turned his attention back down the coast to the bay and the wolves who were waiting for him to return. Ford knew that he needn’t waste any more time with the pale woman. Her life was her own to live. So, he turned and departed from that place and did not opt to think of her again along his journey home.