Stavanger Bay change the narrative.

and wait he did not long have, for velen had smelled him upon the wind, lifted himself up from where he napped with @Dalia in the warm spring air, glaring toward the sea. an interloper. and where was ford, his full and titanic strength brought to bear against the interloper? had he been awake, velen might have heard the sounds of battle, but it had been too swift for the boy to know the true breadth of what had happened.
calling sharply for @Rannveig, the ceto pounded into the center of the territory. a tang of blood there, upon the sea-wind, that of ford mingled with the reek of a stranger, and velen pulled into a hunting crouch, chestnut eyes casting about for the trespasser that had wounded the god of the sea.
a man, littered with scars and the marks of his brother's teeth, sitting in all entitled awaiting for the wolves of the rift to discover what had happened. velen had no time to look for ford, though fear that the titan had somehow been killed rose to choke him. instead, his stride lengthened, carrying him out of the scrub and down the rocky strand toward the strange male — he would not pause to bandy words; his was a bloodlust and a rage that fueled every pace of his long legs.