Stavanger Bay When all is said and done?

Those who wandered close to his borders were their for one of two reasons; either they sought to learn more about the pack that resided within, or they sought to join it without knowing much about the details. Those who entered blindly had always given him reason for doubt, but the titan did not turn away any who sought to call the rift their home. On that day, it seemed that there was someone in need of something else. He noted the stranger and made his way across the sands to approach them. The calculating stare of his mismatched gaze was glued tightly on the russet and white female.

When he had closed a good deal of the distance between them, Ford drew his crown upward and released a chuff to announce his presence. Though, if she had been paying much attention, he would have been hard to miss. The warhound moved like a looming shadow on the pale sands. His body both belonged and appeared entirely out of place beside the sea. “How can I help you?” the beast inquired with a slight tilting of his head.