The Sentinels my empire of dirt

Odd worshippers. He thought silently on that a moment, wondering. He had met those from Junior's coastal clan only once and hardly remembered it. Thus, they did not come to mind. Instead his mind traveled to the one who had marked his face.... Hadn't Charon come from a coastal pack? Displeased at the thought, he knew he would need to explore south, if only to ensure that any place they chose was free of interference.

"I have a great admiration for forests. The open sky is nice, but there is something about the cover of trees that makes a place feel like home." He said quietly, not surprised that Lasher's train of thought aligned so well with his. The man's counselor trade was well founded and a mastery, if not gained, couldn't be far off. "I have spoken with a few others, and they seem to agree." The only definitives he'd recieved had been no mountains, a sentiment he echoed. "And for you? What do you seek when choosing a place?"