The Sentinels Tempest-tossed and Seasick

What a dreary place. The trees were all dead, he could even tell some were still falling, making this place dangerous to boot. Carefully he picked out his path within the woods, hoping to find his way out through the other side of which he had come in from to continue scanning the beaches. Along his path, he had crossed one scent of what he supposed was a pack... no one to meet just yet but it did pique his interest briefly. Maybe he would go back there to investigate someday.

For now, he was on about familiarizing himself with these lands, one by one. 

The morning drizzle felt nice and the air felt even nicer in his lungs despite the look of this ashen forest. Strutting by, he almost walked by an older-looking man by a fallen log, barely even walking by before stopping dead in his tracks to double-check what he had seen. Ah! There is someone there, hello! Was this guy friendly, Elijah wondered?