The Sentinels they picked up our trail

hi i'm the worst but i love you dearly <3

Something called him to the woods, and he followed without questioning what it could have been that had summoned him there. The length of his limbs made quick work of the beach and then the trees that rested in the bay. Before long, he was peering through what remained of the sentinels and the life that his mother had left behind when she had followed Skellige to the islands.

Ahead, a familiar figure drew his attention. He did not need to seek permission to approach his brother, and so he simply lumbered forward until he had closed the distance between them. There, he offered a nudge of his muzzle against the chestnut fur of his sibling's shoulder. His mismatched gaze searched the features of Velen for a sign of what was traveling through the stoic man's mind.