Ankyra Sound once you kill a cow, you gotta make a burger

That was it. Something in his words had registered with her and she had reached out to stop him from leaving as quickly as he had planned. With a careful turn and a glance over his shoulder at the dark-faced girl, he halted in his tracks. It seemed that her plea suggested she had genuine feelings for the girl she was searching for. Ford wondered what Dalia might have been running away from, only to speak so highly of family.

“I understand,” he responded in his smoky voice. “Is she family to you?” the warhound then inquired with a careful tilting of his head and a narrowing of his brows. He wondered if this girl could claim the one who had wandered so far down the shore and stumbled into his own brood. Ford also wondered if it would come to a fight between them.