The Sentinels unliking

further they went, the more disgruntled she appeared to be. the lifeless trees stood around, and she felt surrounded by death itself; the opposite of the living sea. however the slightest chance, that the star could be, was her only reason to keep to the place. there was slight comfort knowing she wasn't going to be wandering around idly, and had high hopes that the lion knew where he was going. if she got lost, there was a guide.

"lion," ruo started, "what are you called." the siren called him 'lion,' all this time but he was not a true feline; but a wolf who has a name. they had met under the stars and knew nothing of each other, she wasn't too curious on how backstory, but even the water maiden knew of manners, and should know of name.