The Sentinels my empire of dirt

"yes, please do," the beta agreed, swallowing the unhappy little bit of briny meat before pushing himself to a standing position and moving away from the cache. his gaze fell on the trees roundabout them as well. it was a lovely place, though not exempt from damage, as dante had pointed out.

lifting his muzzle into the air, the man drew in a breath, tasting it for the tell-tale fragrance of wolf-claimed borders. "i do not scent another pack," he concluded, casting an elated glance at his leader.

"shall we explore?" he invited, though his dark legs were already carrying him toward the deeper part of the wood, and excitement coursed through his body.