The Sentinels give me your hand — save me

The call was close. Very close. The male spent his free time in the service of the pack and combed the borders, scrutinising many who might come along. This call was close enough that Castiel rounded back to find an usual prospect. A male, the stench of the Depths heavy on his coat, and a small child. A nod was given to the masses, his gaze softening a bit as he looked down upon the small child. "May I help you?" The guardian asked curiously, wondering what their intent was.