Ocean's Breath Plateau Up Here Looking Down Below

The ocean had a way of doing that. Most of the wolves who wandered to the edge thought that they needed only a glimpse of the magnificence and they could return. For some, that was true enough; it was easy to say that the sea did not speak to everyone in the same way. Ford had once believed that wolves belonged to different terrain. It all depended on where their spirit was connected. His mother had been of the trees and the touch of the woods had followed her everywhere she had gone. In many ways, he had envied this of her, and of Lilia. His father had existed entirely of the ocean. The titan had never met a creature who was more like the darkest parts of the sea.
 
Shaking the thoughts of his family from his mind, the warhound paid closer attention to his companion and found that there was a question that had been asked. Ford wasn’t sure that he had invited anyone into the rift, or if he had it would have been the wolf Govinda who had turned him down for his own pursuits. He bobbed his head to the left once and then fixed his gaze on the dark wolf at his side. “Only if it should suit you,” he answered carefully.