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

As much as it might have irked Ford to hear Rannveig release their sister so quickly, he did not think that his brother was wrong. They had different reasons for having drawn the same conclusion. While the warhound was loyal to his family, and would protect them with fang and claw until the day that he died, it was only because he had been created to behave that way. There was nothing attached to the actions he took for them – no emotion to sway him one way or another. Just the same, if he were to have lost one of them, there would not be a moment spared for any form of sadness. He would enact revenge because it was what his father would have demanded.

When the slate figure lunged for him, the titan stiffened his limbs and turned his skull away from the attack. Still, Rannveig found his teeth against the dark ear of the skeletal wolf. He growled softly before he pushed his figure forward and aimed to knock the beach bum into the sand. The sting of his brother's fang against his ear was nothing more than a reminder of what he was, and what he was intended to do.