The Sentinels but i know you too well

it has charm. rannveig's eyes flashed to dalia quietly, thinking. was this cold, awful place the only thing that charmed her? or, he wondered -- was that her type?

shortly thereafter, that dumb grin rose unfractured to his grey features. the male was given a polite look, to supplement his equally polite bearings. damn, was he courteous. rannveig hadn't seen a wolf with such careful deportment in, well, ever -- govinda was a far cry from the rough-and-tumble commitment of his brothers.

he dug a claw into the ash, his brow creasing. "hmmm. we don't own it." he answered in his easy way, the smile still lingering. "but my brother would argue otherwise. i guess you could say it is important to the family, or something. i'm new here myself. we only just arrived to the coast a week ago."