The Sentinels guilty by association

The wolf regarded her -- his expression growing more stoical with each passing moment. Her voice softened, but it did little to soothe the man, and so the beast lifted his muzzle, taking this conversation with a finality. Lasher had seemed an approachable man -- and he could not believe this girl was any different, but he did not trust her, and the questions that pressed forth to his lips were swallowed by the very real idea that his son was in danger from al of these wolves.
 
She knew he had been harmed, but did not tell him how. She knew where he was, but attempted to coerce him further away.
 
The alliance had been but a shaky agreement to maintain a truce -- they owed each other nothing, but the Frostfur was entirely sure that if this pack was somehow in aide with the wolves keeping his son from him -- kidnapped, even? He would take them all down.
 
"They do not know what they've started," was what he rumbled darkly. The girl was mistaken to believe he flinched from battle -- he would do so only from what was not important to him. Rannoch was the world. His children and family were the world.. and this grievous error would be dealt with accordingly.
 
Already his mind whirled with the plan -- he would take the willing fighters of his own group -- he would seek Charon, who's very cousin was now in danger and request aide of him -- he was not so prideful not to. He would seek out Jorunn, and his forces along the coast.
 
This was what a war looked like -- and it was something worth fighting for. With that, the large man turned, his form striding away from the borders of Donnelaith to the direction of Neverwinter Forest with purpose. He didn't know the number of the wolves by the sea -- but he could easily assume they did not equate the strength of three packs.. and they had taken on seasoned fighters themselves.