The Sentinels unliking

His fiery attention never faltered from the dorsal stripped woman and with a glaring of nostrils, he breathes her in. The smell of seaside, as all that around them and of others, wolves, whom he did not know. If she were alone he might have tried to convince the siren to stay with him. Still, he might try...

In here, where the fire started... He spoke, turning around to the deadwood forest from which he had come. It seemed to have struck here and then ended here all the same. After all the lands around it were safe and it could only be thought that maybe the sea or rains had burned out the fire. Whatever the case Aiolos was glad he had not been around to experience it.