The Sentinels my empire of dirt

Dante noted the same as Lasher announced it, nodding in agreement and relaxing a bit with the revelation.  "It seems like we are alone."  He had never encountered Stavanger Bay, so had no knowledge that a pack used to reside so nearby.  But he hadn't expected to meet no resistance in this place either.  It was rare that they would find such luck.

"Let's."  He set off alongside his companion, staring at the trees as they approached from the meadow.  They had appeared large from a distance, but now, as they got close.... surely these were kings among their kind.  "Wow," he exclaimed softly, staring up into the boughs overhead with amazement.  He had never seen such a large forest. "What sorts of stories do you think these trees have seen?"  He asked Lasher, circling one of the ones on the edge, wondering at it's impressive girth.  They had to be ancient, to be so large.  It was the only explanation he could think of.

He could see now that the felled trees were more walls than minor annoyances, but this still did not deter him.  Such could only add to the safety and cover that the forest offered, and that it weathered such a storm with only minor damage spoke for it's fortitude.