Shimmering Sands the hawser rolls, the vessel’s whole and christ, it’s thin

That was their domain. The two Mayfair-Cairn children belonged to the sands and the lapping water. They were proficient beyond comprehension in the great stretch of sea. More so than they would ever be strictly on land. Ford would never have an interest in learning how to battle the way that most did. He knew well how to defend his home, and he was deadly beneath the swell; that was woven in his blood.

One ear swiveled back to catch the sound of Rannveig's beating paws against the sand. He was fast and gaining ground. Ford did not increase his speed any further for fear of exhausting himself before they were to reach a sound stopping point. Instead, he reveled in the time that he was able to sprint alongside his sibling.