The Sentinels no roots

The silence did not bother him at all. He had offered Embry a great deal of information to wander through, and there would be more as time passed. The sound of the ocean was all he needed in their moments of speechlessness. Each crash of the waves was like a breath of fresh air in his lungs – he was so closely tied to the swell and the moving tides. While the other thought, the titan found a sense of peace with the offer that had been placed on the table, as well as the answers he had provided to all of the inquiries. He had been honest, but he had also done well to shine a pleasant light on the hardship that many of them would endure.

When Embry spoke again, Ford's ear turned to catch the words. It seemed as though his companion believed in the message that had been given. It also seemed as though he was willing to release the need to attain godhood in his lifetime, if it meant that his youth would attain it. That was a noble thought, but the warhound did not believe they would need to pass such things to their children. It was more than possible that every wolf in the rift would be capable of achieving their goals, and hi goals for them.

“Have faith and confidence in yourself and those around you, and you will find that we are capable of astounding things,” the sea wraith offered in a gentle tone. The hollow glint of his gaze turned to latch onto the features of the sandy wolf at his side. “Even godhood.” The tenacity in his voice should have been enough to inspire an army, but he offered those words only to one wolf. All the while, he searched Embry's features for the signs he would need to understand.