The Sentinels mother earth and father time

Sonder looked around the charred forest with a soft scoff. The other boys were right, of course - it was unsustainable, right now, but eventually it'd grow back. His ear swiveled back, slightly embarrassed about his question. But, being the stubborn teenager he was, Sonder wasn't going to give into his folly so easily.

"I guess so," he muttered, shrugging his shoulders. "I was just checking to see what was up here. Never seen a burned forest before." Which was true. Sonder has never been around fire, or seen its devastation. This was new for him.

Rose gold eyes would trail over the two and he'd lower his head a bit, almost like he was trying to hunch in on himself. He hadn't had much interaction with anyone in a little over a month now, and as much as he hated to admit it, he was getting a bit lonely. Which was probably what possessed him to introduce himself. "My name's Sonder." It was quiet, gruff - a bit hesitant. He wouldn't speak further, hoping maybe the other two would introduce themselves as well.