Stavanger Bay take what you can, give nothin' back!

The titan was not so disconnected from his land that he would have missed the blatant and infuriating actions of the stranger at his border. If he had not been patrolling, he might have lost the scent against the smell of saline and woodland ash. Instead, he was ignited with a violent flame that had engulfed any portions of him that had been deemed composed. The length of his limbs carried him across the sands at a rapid pace until he had latched his mismatched gaze on the figure of a orange-tinged brute.

A snarl escaped from his dark lips. Ford lunged toward the foreigner with bared fangs in an attempt to aim for his shoulder. All that he had been raised for was in that moment. If he could not defend his pack and those who had requested to make it a home, he was no leader to them.