The Sentinels mother earth and father time

Immediately, Knaven was put off by the way that the stranger had addressed his kin. This reflected in the russet undertones of his gaze and the disapproving frown that had creased his features. When the golden stranger had gone on to ask if the territory was theirs, the rogue could not help but to snicker at the inquiry and breathe an exasperated sigh into the air. Who would claim such a land in the state that it was in? Once, the sentinels had been a beautiful woodland terrain with the sea close beside it. The fire had done well to clear out most of the strength that it had once had.
 
“Who would be so foolish to claim a land that was lost to fire? This surely would not support a pack,” Knaven remarked in a rugged tone. There was a teasing lilt to the way his words fell from his mouth. The saltfang’s eyes darted toward Lionel to see what his brother might have to say about the state of the wood and the questions that had fallen from their company’s mouth.