Stavanger Bay let me check my itenerary... alright

There was a call from within the territory that requested the presence of a fighter. The warhound moved from his place on the borders of the bay with a swift step. The length of his limbs allowed for him to close the distance that stretched between them without issue. The sand was of no issue to the sea wraith – he was made to roam in the golden granules and bathe in the lapping touch of the swell. All of his training in the fight had taken place close to the sea, and he was eager to approach whoever wished to test his mettle.

The sight of Saucy was a familiar one. The titan drew his crown upward at her for a few moments, trotting in her direction without any sign of showing pause. After a few paces, the stormblessed creature lowered his skull to protect his throat and peeled the dark leather of his lips over his canines. With a few sure strides, Ford had closed much of the distance between them and stood in a guarded position to see if she would accept the warrior that had emerged.