The Sentinels a winged victory for the sullen

@Cortland

 

What use was he if he could not find the man who had harmed one of his own? His search had gone stale with the change in the weather and the addition of snow to their lands. A few inches had gone a long ways. Those he had passed along the coast had not suited the description that she had given him. The only one who had been close had been the sweet boy called Blossom, and the titan knew that such a creature could not have been capable of the crime. Ford had been left to guard their borders and chase who he could from the neighboring woods. He did not know why his mother's former home had such an attraction to it, but he was still protective of the wood. They still had not officially claimed the bay, and he felt that they were growing close to winter; it would only get harder without the numbers that they needed.

 he titan roamed through the wood with his head low and his nostrils flared to capture scent. Snow flurried down around him and sprinkled his coat with white flecks. He already wished to turn around and return to the sea. The water called to him and tried to lure him home, but he did what he could to ignore it. When his search had been completed, he would go back to relay his victory. Though he had not been a true comfort for Dalia, he knew that his strength in battle would allow him to offer her some peace of mind... No matter how minute. 

The snap of a twig caused his head to rise upward, and his ears to cup forward. The wind rushed through the decrepit forest, but he could see no figure. A feeling of unease washed through him, and he did what he could to turn it away. Such things had no place in his figure. He was a titan, after all. The lands he passed had belonged to his blood. And the stories of spirits that his mother had told did not sway him. With that, the warhound continued on.