Stavanger Bay rough and tumble

It was not that he felt particularly secretive about his intentions for Stormrift. He believed the pack would succeed or fail in its own time, with the members who were willing to stick beside it. Most of the group that he had gathered had proven themselves to be competent and strong-willed to the point that he did not feel the need to worry for them. Even Dalia had worked to improve her weaker areas. The titan knew that they had a great ways to go before they had reached the end-goal he had in mind but telling all of this to a stranger was more overwhelming than it would have been beneficial. The girl could learn more about their traditions and beliefs if she decided to join their ranks.
 
Or if she decided to ask the right questions…
 
The girl inquired as to what would be required of his wolves. Ford peered at her with a calculating expression on his features. The mismatched colors of his gaze seemed to be locked on her own. He was swallowing everything that she offered him. “I ask only that they push themselves to be better and to do better than they have done before. We are a pack that seeks growth and development. We seek to turn our weaknesses into strengths and to inspire those around us, and we have ways of doing that at the pace that is comfortable for those in the ranks,” the warhound answered her easily. Ford then waited to see if she would have any more questions about the rift and those who resided in it.