The Sentinels rot until the weeds are grown

Happy to fade it here!

Her gesture to follow was taken onboard, and he did so with a slight dip of his head as he began to trail after the woman. Her assumptions were true, the boy's aimless wandering had been just that — aimless. He had been worrying about finding somewhere to sleep and so it was serendipitous that she had found him. A pack meant he no longer had to worry about the loner lifestyle, but it brought with it its own anxieties. What was the rest of the crew like? Were they actually loyal like she said? Or did they make it a habit of turning on their friends as well?

Thoughts of Screech and Niamh drifted into his mind but Redshank shoved the them aside with an irritated flick of his tail. He would figure this crew out, along with the copper-haired woman who led them, in time. For now, he was just happy to have a place to rest.