The Sentinels rot until the weeds are grown

She continued to be frustratingly vague, but then maybe the woman was a philosophical sort? No. She didn't seem the type. It seemed that she was just toying with him, either out of boredom or because of some sick, twisted joy she got out of throwing puzzling queries at strangers. Any ideas? He avoided her gaze as he sorted through the many answers to that that weren't just straight up telling her to fuck off out of spite. Truthfully, he didn't know. Getting to the ocean was as far as he had planned.

He shifted, ears falling backwards as he answered after some hesitation. "North." It was better than nothing, at least.