The Sentinels mother earth and father time

Knaven. Lionel. 

Sonder looked between the two. They looked quite different, but both were taller than Sonder, who was... not particularly tall at all. He wondered, vaguely, if they were related. The boy felt a stab of homesickness, for a moment, before he chased it away. Being alone was better, anyway.

He hunched in on himself a bit, shoulders bunching up - the wolfish equivalent of shoving his hands in his pockets. They sandwiched him between them, and he wondered if he was safe or if these guys were gonna eat him or something.

Uncomfortable.

"Long enough for some of this shit to grow back," he pointed out, taking a step or two closer to the fallen log that sheltered some fresh green growth. "I dunno. Months, maybe?" 

He cleared his throat and flicked rose-gold eyes between the other two males, ears flicking back. Their smiles were... unnerving. So uncomfortable. "It'll probably grow back all the way eventually. It's, uh... do you guys know anything about it?" Maybe they used to live here or something.