The Sentinels the giants are sleeping

Guardian Thread with the lovely @Bhageera :)

Embry shook out his ochre coat; grunting in the frosty chill of morning. He had just awoken amid the desolate sentinels. Ash drifted like snow in the crepuscular half-light of dawn, casting an eery glow across the atmospheric ambience encompassing the grove of fallen oaks.

He blinked in an attempt to push the outer tendrils of sleep from his mind. Somewhere up north, where he had just arrived from, there would be a thick blanket of snow upon the earth. The thought sent shivers down his spine.

Slowly, he arched his back in a mellow stretch. His breath sent ghosts swirling into the lightening sky. Today, he assumed thoughtfully, is going to be quite boring. And he set his sea-grean orbs upon the distance, where he might hear the gentle lull of waves.