The Sentinels will the faithful be rewarded

“Really?” Athens inquired with honest interest, when the pallid leader offered him the information regarding one of her subordinates. The prospect of meeting another Roman was an interesting one, for he'd only known of those in The Huntress Moor and of his mother's brothers whom were more or less myths themselves to Athens. She motioned to the territory she stood stalwart at with a soft gesture, offering the name of the pack and her own name, informing him that she was it's sole leader. She was young, he noted — close to his own age if he had to guess. He was impressed immediately by her, even without knowing the details. The how's of it didn't matter in truth. She was the Queen of the Sentinels, even as young as she was, and that was credential enough for the Tiberius-DiSarinno. “It sounds perfect,” Athens murmured with a slow grin curving the edges of his lips upwards as she mentioned to them being a sanctuary; peaceful. Athens liked to believe himself a benevolent beast and a pack that embodied harmony sounded more than ideal for him. “of course I'm interested.”