The Sentinels i'm a foolish fragile spine

Once, he’d seen what damage the world can do. Lightning struck a redwood many months ago and knocked over several, leaving an impressive damage in its wake. It has been a long time since he’s seen it, wondering what it looks like now, as he traversed a forest laid waste by fire. Some remain standing and untouched by he travels the portion of burnt ash and fallen trees until he hears the water, strong against the shore, and the scent of another whipped by in front of him.

His nose wrinkles to the unfamiliar smell but it does not slow him down. Curiosity and hunger drive him forward and he locates the pale and tan form ahead, disappearing into livelier trees. Ears cup forward and he lifts his head which looks strange on such a bony form. Sirio remains silent as he follows along, though he makes no real motion to keep himself hidden, and remains so until she notices him.