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The call was returned after only a moment of pause. The titan drew his crown upward and halted in his tracks for only a moment before he recognized her intention was to have him approach. Without rush to his pace, the brute forged across the expanse of land between them. He wondered if the girl had ever found the wolf she had been searching for when they had first crossed paths with each other. If he had been forced to be honest with her, he would have had to admit that he had all but forgotten that he was going to keep an eye out for the wolf called Saarthal. When he had talked with the cocoa-tipped female last, he had assumed she had been talking about Dalia.

It was not until he closed much of the space between them that he noted the fresh scent of blood against her coat. His brows furrowed over his mismatched gaze, and his pace slowed considerably. The titan's gaze wanders in a sweeping manner to search for anyone else who might have been nearby – anyone who might have caused damage to her. Nothing but the sound of the winter winds touched him. With a quiet huff, the sea wraith drew his skull upward and canted it to the left. “You've seen trouble,” he remarked in a smoky voice.