The Sentinels "ye young fellows that follows the sea"

If the sickly-looking wolf had not heard him, it had certainly heard the annoying trill of the bird, and Dune winced at the sound. Almost immediately, the large grey... thing lumbered toward him, and Dune was on edge. It barked once, then again. Dune felt there was too much at risk to go crashing through the woods so he stood his ground, the hair on his back standing on end, making him look bigger than he already was. He did not want trouble, but he also did not like the look of this thing.

Like the one he had met a few weeks ago, it looked scrawny, sick. It smelled faintly of wolf, but it sure did not look it. Whatever it was, Dune wanted only for it to go away. His lips lifted to show teeth, and he growled defensively. The message was quite clear... but then, maybe this creature did not have even the most basic communication skills.