Ocean's Breath Plateau Up Here Looking Down Below

The brute ventured out and beyond the limits of the bay, through the ashen wood, and onto the heights of the plateau. From above the sea, he could hear the way the water slammed against the stone without apology. With a curious eye, Ford ventured close to the edge and down toward the swell. From higher up, it was almost an intimidating sight. Perhaps, he should have been humbled by it, but he only felt as though it was affirmed that he belonged there – beside the indomitable stretch of endless ocean.

The warhound continued his trek along the edge of the world until the wind had shifted and carried the scent of a stranger toward him. Ford drew his crown upward and turned his sights toward a dark figure that was ahead of him some ways. With a quickened pace, the brute attempted to close a great deal of distance between them. When he had, the titan released a chuff to announce his presence and to ensure that the other did not feel as though he had been ambushed without warning.