Ocean's Breath Plateau Up Here Looking Down Below

Ford could have hoped that the dark stranger would like the sound of the pack he had created. He could have wished that many others would have found the premise to be promising enough that they'd wander to him from afar after hearing of the growth that had been inspired by those beneath him. Those were thoughts of ego that truly had very little place in their conversation. Instead, the titan allowed for the offer to stand, and if the other would accept it then they would find themselves in a place of understanding and acceptance. Of course, if he were to deny the prospect, there was a good chance that he did not belong in the first place.

It seemed that he found the thought of Stormrift to be ideal for his nature. He expressed that he was not familiar with the ocean, or that he did not share the same fondness that many of the others did. In spite of this, there was a willingness to improve; that was all that Ford could have asked for. The warhound bowed his head and offered a ghostly smile. Then, he fixed his hollow gaze on the dark male and motioned toward the bay. “Then Stormrift is your home. As long as you seek to improve yourself, you will be welcome,” he assured the dark wolf. “I am called Ford, and I lead there.”