The Sentinels my empire of dirt

Dante strode quietly at Lasher's shoulder, vanguard in case of trouble and an extra set of eyes.  He fell naturally into following, and couldn't help but think how appropriate it was - Lasher fell naturally to the helm, even in exploration of this new home.  It pleased Dante to see this and only further satisfied his choice.

They passed through a sea of green on their trek to find water, and Dante reveled in the cool earth beneath his paws. It was almost ethereal, a forest so green, even with the advent of fall upon them. He thought of the nymphs of tales his old pack had spun and wondered if perhaps a few didn't reside in this very wood, watching them pass through. He hoped they weren't a jealous sort.

It was not long before their prize was before them - a flowing stream, clear and quick. He couldn't stop from grinning as Lasher called out a claim, elated for the man and eager to get on with this new chapter. He would request to meet soon after this, ready to put the plan in motion. He stood silent a moment, letting Lasher's howl sound true before joining a low tone with it. A promise to aid and serve, and that it wasn't by Lasher's strength alone this place would be claimed.