The Sentinels les moissonneurs

“Well enough,” he summarized, his black muzzle giving a light tip in acknowledgement to the man’s name. He was unfamiliar with the Borden name, but that was not a surprise to him – Constantine had strode off in to the world, intent in exploring it. And he had come upon many wonderful things – but if anything had become apparent to the youth, it was that to explore such vastness would be near impossible when his heart had ached to return home to his family.
 
And so the Mayfair had returned to the home he felt he truly belonged – even if it was not upon Blacktail Deer Plateau.
 
With the hesitant invitation, Constantine once more nodded, his form giving a languid stretch before shaking his pelt freely. With a glance to his newfound companion, the dark wolf gave a nod in the direction he recommended they walk, taking Renoir up on his request.