Gilded Bay ebbed and flowed

It was promising to know that there were others out there with like-minds and a willingness to open themselves up to the prospect of an accord. It said a lot about both parties, but Ford knew that the premise of such things would mean the difference in success and failure if they should find themselves in a difficult spot. His people would always come first, but he knew that they could lend their strength if there was a promise from another to share their own, as well. The thought put him at ease for a moment, and he swung his head around to face the other wolf with a ghostly smile on his dark lips.

“We are no strangers to hardship, and we have always endured. I should hope that you have good fortune when you decide to claim your own,” the proud brute offered with a low nod of his crown. There was something in the air that had made the decision for him; Govinda sought to take his own chunk of the shore. It was almost as though the seabound soul within him had spoken to the same one in his companion. Ford knew the look in his eye – the need for perfection – and he was not about to try to persuade the other male to abandon his cause. It would not have been a kind light to shine on himself.

“I should return to my own, Govinda. Please visit once you have found that your wandering heart has settled,” the warhound offered with a fond sort of smile and a dip of his head.