Stavanger Bay all of my guilt and the way that i'm built, i don't sleep so well

A risk it was, for the woman had stumbled upon the edges of the rift at just the right moment that she was able to catch sight of the warhound that prowled it. Had she arrived any later, she would have found good fortune in that he would not have been so near to the edge of his claim. Instead, the titan paused in his patrol and latched his cold sights to her. No emotion registered to the skeletal hound's face. Underneath the surface, his mind whirled like a great big clock. He searched her body and her features for a sign of what she could have been thinking – if she could have been a threat to their claim. Instead, it seemed as though she was only seeking answers that the sea could provide. She was not welcome on his land, but he moved to close the remaining distance between them to see if she would turn and flee or remain where she stood.