Gilded Bay i forgot my passport

i love hogo ;o;

It was pleasantly surprising that the wolf seemed inclined to settle down. While Ford was not the type to poach others, he felt that there was a good chance for equal opportunity and he believed that they could never have enough bodies in their midst. As new as he was to the ocean and the scenery there, Hogo did not seem as though he was an incapable creature. He had a peculiar sort of confidence about him that seemed to bode well with the pleasant nature of his personality and the almost lackadaisical way he conducted himself. In some ways, it reminded the warhound of his brother Rannveig.

“Yes. You'd fit well there, I believe. We have a diverse group, but a good group. Our customs are meant to test our members so that we can overcome any hardship that we are met with. If that's something you think you'd like, you'd be welcome among us,” the titan responded with a charming and ghostly smile that curled his dark lips. The hollow gloss of his mismatched gaze lingered on the reddish hue in Hogo's face before turning to where the bay was. If anything, Ford believed that he would have been accepted readily by the others, and that was a good enough sign.