Stavanger Bay When all is said and done?

The stranger was quick to regard him with a sharp glance. She offered a greeting and included her intentions in the very beginning of her statement. Ford appreciated that he did not have to pry very deep to understand why she was on the edges of the bay. He drew his crown upward and eyed her figure with a thoughtful glint in the mismatched colors of his gaze. After a moment of silence, he drew closer and closed what remained of the distance between them.
 
The titan had not heard of Shadewood, at least he was certain of this. He did wonder just how far away their pack was to send out an ambassador. He thought she would make a fine scout, if that was what she’d set her mind to. “An ambassador to your pack?” he inquired thoughtfully. “An admirable thing to pursue. This is Stormrift and I am the leader here. My name is Ford,” the warhound then offered her in return for her having given her own name and pack.
 
“How far is your group from here?”