The Sentinels no roots

The desire to learn more of the pack was more than agreeable; Ford encouraged it. He wished that all of the members had found the same curiosity for the ways that he wished to establish. Sooner or later, they would all grow to understand why their pack was structured the way that it was. He was keen to ensure that everyone had found a place for themselves that inspired growth and improvement. Knowledge was the beginning to all of that. Without knowing what it was they were intended to achieve, they would likely stay stagnant. This was fine for anywhere else, but the warhound had aimed to accomplish so much more with his pack. He aspired to more than just greatness.

It was then that Embry asked about his beliefs in the idea of gods and titans. There was a soft remark about the vastness of the sea, and the power that resided there. Some would attest to a higher being based solely on that. It was a fair thought, even to one like Ford. The titan had a different response for his companion, though. “I believe that we can become them,” he answered carefully. “This is why we aspire to eliminate weakness and fear in each other. I should like to see all of those in the rift become god-like in their own way.” A lofty goal, but one that he believed was entirely attainable.