Ravenshook Cliffs it came through the yard again last night

The term “yo, yo” was not one that had frequently been used to address the great titan of the water. When he heard it called from across the stretch of land, he turned his head curiously, fixing his hollow sights on the shape of an orange wolf who was approaching with an upbeat step and a wild glint in his eye. This was something of a bizarre happenstance for the wraith of the sea. It grew increasingly strange when the orange fellow asked Ford what was up. It wasn't too common a phrase to catch on the edge of the world, so he took to reading the stranger's facial features in order to determine how he was intended to respond.

Surely, Rannveig would have been better at reaching this one.

The smile that stretched along the firebrand's features was enough for Ford to venture on. His trot seemed to be an easy one with a charm that was almost eerily similar to his brother's. The dark titan placed a smile on his face and made his tail wave between his hocks, rising only slightly in welcome. “Hey there,” he greeted in a baritone that sounded like it had hitched a ride on the tail of a thunderous boom. “Come to admire the water?”