Sea Lion Shores she's the first in line at the party

The girl greeted him while remaining in the same area that he had found her. The dark warhound did not bend in his gaze; he swallowed everything that he could in a hope to understand the girl who stood before him. Ford did not want to be left to a scenario that he could not manage. He had not always been so good at talking to others. He had learned a lot in his growth and his distance from his father. The world was such an intriguing place, and he had more than enough space in his mind to fill it with his own tricks.

The question that arose from her was unexpected. In all the times that Ford had wandered the seaside, he had always managed to find someone else out there. His dark lips curled upward in a small and ghostly smile. He wavered his tail between his hocks three times before it fell into a still lingering state. “I think it depends on where you're looking,” the titan answered. “There are several packs who call the coast their home.” Then, he canted his head ever so slightly to the left before taking another step toward her.

“Where are you settled right now?”