The Sentinels my empire of dirt

that sucks! <3

he laid alongside dante, thinking of where casmir had told him the prey was stored. such a thoughtful creature his son was becoming. tasting the brine upon his lips, the druid was immediately reminded of the amazonian priestess whom he had loved, but was loathe to share this with his silver companion. "i hope we are not, that this land is untouched. but perhaps the sea draws odd worshippers," he murmured, alluding to the strange cult that junior had joined upon departing the plateau.

"what do you look for in a home, dante?" the druid murmured, unwittingly giving voice to the alpha's unspoken thoughts as he stretched his forelegs before him and gazed in the direction of the sea.