The Sentinels they picked up our trail

Belief would carry them a great deal of the way to their end goal. It was their belief in each other and their mission that had closed their hand on the bay. It would be that very same spirit that would allow them to claim the woods. Ford did not doubt that Velen would lead a good group there, and there would be a chance that they would achieve what their father could not. It was a powerful feeling to find settled in the pit of his stomach. It took a great deal of strength not to dwell on.
 
“What would you call it?” the titan asked of his chestnut-coated sibling. Though the woods were not much more than charred tree trunks and ashen earth, surely there was a name in there that would perfectly fit how important the land really was. It would only make sense that Velen was able to name it. Ford merely wanted to know where his brother’s sentiments rested.