The Sentinels my empire of dirt

they were both impressed by the magnitude of the trees -- lasher shook his head in awe. "too many to count, i am sure," he rejoined, quite affected by the lovely energy of the radiant land. with the sea to their fore and the thick woods to their back, along with the fallen boles to lend an obstacle to pursuing foes, lasher grew more and more enamoured of the wondrous land. "i believe that the thickness of the wood will provide shelter against driving storms -- i have heard of the clouds that can rise from the sea and thrash the land, as it seems once happened here."

the few bites of meat he had consumed had not sated his belly, but the druid was too focused upon the land to be concerned with the trifles of his body's demands. he moved forward, to take the scent and gaze about them, and his eyes alighted upon a natural cave cut into the side of a mossy embankment.