The Sentinels they picked up our trail

fade and have a new one? <3

“A good name,” Ford offered to his brother with a solemn nod of his head.
 
He had fretted over what he might call their claim once they had gathered the numbers and started marking the bay. The titan had worked his mind late into the night, on countless evenings. He had turned over thoughts that seemed both fitting and extraordinary. It seemed that Velen had managed to find a name in a matter of moments. This should not have been shocking to Ford; he knew how quick his brother was. The chestnut male had never been lacking when it came to his intellect.
 
“Mother would be proud,” the titan then offered with a small dipping of his head. He thought of the pale features of Deirdre and breathed in the ashen scents of the forest. “Let’s see if we can find any of the places she spoke of,” the warhound then offered with a swinging motion of his head.