The Sentinels caves

Her thoughts were not entirely off the mark from reality. Ford knew his pack well because he did what he could to learn about those who had joined it. Still, he was not close with any of his members. There was a strict distance in the way that he conducted himself around them. Even his own family members saw a strategic distancing from them. Affection had never been a strength of Ford’s. He lacked many of the empathetic responses that allowed him to develop that kind of bond with his own family. Instead, he listened to all that they said to him and he learned from those things.
 
The woman spoke of her battle abilities in her homeland. It was interesting to hear that something that had proved to be near-flawless in another portion of the world, would find very little success in where they were that very moment. Curious enough that Ford furrowed his brows and canted his head to the side, a thoughtful frown creasing his features. “Explain your ways of battle in your home land,” he requested in a smoky tone. The dual colors of his eyes were sharp on her features – eager to capture whatever information that they could. “In return, I will show you all that I have learned in my time on the battle field,” Ford then offered.