Stavanger Bay visiting from the heavens

It was either incredibly fortunate or entirely ill-fated that the titan had sought to patrol the borders that day. He had filled himself with the fresh water of the creek further in and had done well to mark where it was needed most. When he had found himself on the beach near the black stones, he had all but emptied himself on the path that had been cut before. Still, he continued his trek in case there was a chance of strangers at his door. Surprisingly enough, it seemed as though he was right in this assumption. Maybe the sea had whispered to him to tell him of her arrival. Perhaps it had been his own instinct telling him to draw nearer to her so that he might intercept the possibility of a trespasser.
 
With the swaggering approach of a wild jungle cat, Ford closed much of the space between them and drew his crown upward. His hollow gaze searched her features first, then roamed to the shape of her body and the color of her coat. She was odd – out of place from what he’d seen before. Still, she seemed as though she hung there with trepidation. “What brings you to the edge of my claim?” the warhound inquired with a slight canting of his skull and a thoughtful furrowing of his brow.