The Sentinels they picked up our trail

velen too did not know if the place once called donnelaith would thrive again. even if it did not, the prospect of leading his wolves like ghosts among the ashes pleased him immensely. and had he known the most dashing of the three brothers would cavort with another direct mayfair, and infuse their line with lasher's blood again, velen would have been dazzled.
as it was, the ceto was merely humbled. "i believe we will," and velen's voice was firm. he would gather the numbers if he must go out into the world and claim them himself, as ford had done with so many already. it was the way of their clan: persuasion, promise, adaptation. velen could expect no less of himself, and lifted his head proudly alongside ford's own.