The Sentinels a winged victory for the sullen

The pale figure – no longer a stranger – seemed pleased with the moniker that had been granted to him. Ford dipped his head gingerly at the spreading smile and flagging tail on the mute's body. In many ways, he almost preferred the interaction with Sentinel. He had done well to read the body language of others to determine how they felt and how those feelings influenced their actions. With the boy who could not talk, it seemed as though that was naturally his state of existence... and it did well to boost the warhound's ego.

With a thoughtful frown on his dark lips, Ford peered at his newfound companion and canted his skull to the side. “Have you got a home for yourself?” the titan inquired. He wondered if the boy had already pledged himself to someone, or if he was simply existing out there... doing what he could to survive.