The Sentinels hollow coves

The stranger paused, and lifted his proud crown to inspect him quietly from a distance. Viinturuth felt the muscles of his shoulders tighten in preparation to flee should the need arise, as the sudden scrutiny of the brute's unusual mismatched gaze was something quite unsettling for him. At once and without thought, he submissively dipped his pallid muzzle and swept his ears back against his silvered nape.

The two-toned beast spoke to him, and Viin regarded his words with a curious twitch of a whisker. He hadn't really considered that the land had nothing to offer the creatures of the wild, for he himself was merely passing through. "Sorry," he offered gently, "just following the coast, never smelt any markers. Hope I'm not... interrupting?"