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

The stargazer toppled into the sand with a delightful little giggle. Had Ford carried even a modicum of humor in his bones, he would have laughed himself raw at the sound of it. Instead, he grunted against the weight of their shared toppling and jogged himself free of Rannveig's hold. There was no guilt inside of the massive warhound; he did not feel such things, even for his siblings. Instead, he sensed a flood of pride at having knocked the stargazer to the sand. With a quick flash of his canines, Ford snapped a smirk at the beach bum.

“Is that all you've got in you?” the titan inquired with a cant of his skull to the left. Surely, Rannveig hadn't grown that soft since they had wandered away from the islands. Perhaps it was that they didn't have their tyrant of a father breathing down their neck. Either way, Ford had every intention of hurting his brother's pride more than his physical body.