The Sentinels they picked up our trail

the name of the man stirred ford, and velen cast a sideways glance at his titanic brother lay his intelligent eyes upon the forest. he almost wished to ask what it was that the other saw, what he thought, but it came quickly and soon enough.
the ceto blinked, a muscle in his jaw tensing with the surprise of ford's question. having never considered himself leadership, velen had thus not fantasized about his own lands. dalia touched the corners of his awareness, her smile glimmering from where the girl never quite left his mind. perhaps she would come with him. perhaps —
"yes, ford" velen murmured softly, turning the burnished gold of his gaze upon his brother. "thank you." he was truly humbled in this moment, struck into silence by the great wolf's regard of him. the iron-eyed creature had gathered to him the bulk of their father's genes; he was not only striking, he was admirable on all fronts.