The Sentinels there's a black crow sitting across from me

If the wild seabound titan had known what was playing through the young girl's mind, he might have been proud of himself for having created such an untrue picture of himself to her. It was challenging to appear as the opposite of what he was, what he was capable of. There were many times that he felt the urges crawling up inside of him like wild little creatures, clawing to escape. He had done well to smother them; he had done well to paint himself in the kind of light that she saw him in.

As it was, Ford could not read the mind of the young girl. She promised that she would not let him down, and he nodded his head thoughtfully at such a statement. “I didn't expect that you would,” he told her with a light shrug of his broad shoulders. “I just wanted you to understand how we were made to think.” That was all of them that he spoke for. Loyalty was as important as one's contribution to the pack and how it functioned. Without it, there was no desire to perform.

“Why don't we go see if we can catch some fish?” the warhound inquired with a slight tilting of his crown. The sound of the ocean water beating against the shore was calling to him.