Ocean's Breath Plateau Up Here Looking Down Below

The other swung around to latch his sights with the lumbering sea wraith. As Ford closed the remainder of the space between them, he noted just how fit the stranger appeared to be. Though he did not seem as though he was particularly aggressive, the titan noted just how easy he carried his own size on his shoulders and back.
 
Ford had noted that they had gathered quite a few intellects in their folds since they started Stormrift. He knew better than to consider one greater than another, but he also knew that a mind could not win a battle if they were faced against each other with only their fleshy bodies to protect them. Time would allow them to teach the intellects to grow physically, and the physical brutes to flourish their minds. Until then, the sea hound thought it wise to gather more like himself.
 
“It’s one of my favorites,” the skeletal brute answered in a smoky baritone. He turned his gaze toward the sea with a soft sigh that filled the air with a great plume of his breath. Then, Ford set his sights back on the dark stranger and canted his skull to the side. “What brings you to the edge of the earth?”