The Sentinels hollow coves

The pale boy apologized before explaining that he had only ventured along the coast a short ways – that he did not scent any markers that would suggest the land had been claimed by anyone. The titan peered at him intently before offering a small smile and shaking his head slowly. “You haven’t interrupted anything,” the warhound remarked in a tone that simmered with good humor in spite of the cold glint of light in his mismatched gaze. “My claim is through the wood there. You’re still on free land,” Ford then offered quietly, gesturing with his muzzle toward where the bay was nestled.
 
Overhead, a dark bird released a single cry into the chilly winter air before the sound of its wings could be heard taking flight. Odds were that the ashen forest was not appealing to many of the creatures living in that area – even the fowl. “Do you live nearby, or are you scouting?” the skeletal brute then inquired of the younger man. Typically, those who were found on the shore belonged to the sea. At least, that was what he had found in his time there.