Stavanger Bay He who leads a war for the love of his fellow men, will defeat his enemies.

velen had not slept well since the fall of ford. loathe to leave dalia unaccompanied for any stretch of time, he had asked rannveig to watch over her while he and his brother took turns searching in the shared lands for the titan.
torn between his duty to ford and his protectiveness toward dalia and their unborn, velen had grown more savage in his appearance, windswept and unkempt. 
when the call rose for his mate, velen glanced toward her, and then followed at a distance as she began her approach. his was one of guardianship, and he was altogether aware of the chance that their new leader might suddenly appear to make another spectacle. 
a man, but familiar to his mate; velen hung back for the present, nosing dalia’s neck once before settling his haunted chestnut eyes on the stranger. ”hello,” was his sole reply to this dacio; in silence he attended this meet.