The Sentinels moose and squirrel

Castiel could not give her a more apt description than the look in his eyes and the tone to his voice as he spoke of his home. It was, to him, such a special thing and he did not know how to share it with someone who had not seen it before. His brow furrowed for a moment, confused by what she wanted him to see. He had crossed so much of the borders, memorized every tree that was theirs. Was it home? Perhaps not. But it was something he was fiercely protective about. "What is it?" The male asked, looking from the pale girl to the ground as he kept his steps light.