The Sentinels my empire of dirt

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If their progress was slowed any by Lasher's recent injuries, Dante neither took particular notice nor minded. This was not an errand of great urgency and nothing was pushing them towards immediate course of action, so he took to the trip with a somewhat leisurely air. It was not a decision he wished to be rushed in and he felt the other would agree if they chose to let voice such sentiments.

Now they had taken a pause, their route laid out by the explorations of Casmir and Behati, who had brought news of some pleasing locations. The meadow they were currently near was beautiful to behold indeed, as were the trees that neighbored. He eyed them with particular note, knowing his own preference when it came to a territory. However, he found he could not recall if he knew his darker companion's mind when it came to that matter. What did Lasher picture when the word 'home' was laid out?

They were close enough to the sea for the taste of salt to sharpen the air, but it was less overwhelming when surrounded by grasses and trees. Dante breathed deeply, then lay down near Lasher, content for the moment to rest before thinking of food for the evening. "I wonder if we are near any other claims?" he posed, curious. They had passed one that was known to him, the mountain known as Silvertip, but the south and west were unknown to him.