below decks

With his ancestral home mostly occupied by a large and rowdy pack, the titan had taken to wandering more and more. Which was how they had ended up here, standing atop the wreckage of an ancient vessel. The warped floorboards were cool and rough beneath their heavy paws, and the wind that had begun to pick up was buffeting their coat ruthlessly. A storm was rolling in, the first one of the season if they remembered right. Better to shelter here and wait it out.

Plodding aimlessly through the empty halls, there was the lingering undercurrent of scent markers all over the place. This had been home to many wolves over its lifetime, that much was obvious. Monochrome form standing in stark contrast to the warm hues of rust and decaying wood, they lumbered deeper and deeper into the old ship. If only they'd thought to bring some crafting materials along, then perhaps they could weather the storm with some entertainment. Instead, exploring the old vessel would have to do to pass the time. Perhaps someone else was around, and they could entertain each other? The creaking and shifting of the metal hull seemed to fall in line with the battering of the blizzard that was ramping up its intensity, rather than the sounds that might come from another creature roaming its halls listlessly.

Massive cranium butted up against a door left ajar, forcing it open so they could peer inside. There was a window, its glass pane smudged and scratched but still intact, set into the far wall. Even if there was something to see beyond it, they wouldn't have been able to for the wall of driving snow that whizzed past. At least there was no shortage of bedding around, if he decided to sleep through the storm..