The Sentinels Tempest-tossed and Seasick

The atmosphere instilled a mild bleakness into him. For these lands to serve as a hunting ground seemed almost outrageous, there were much more bountiful places. Perhaps he wasn’t giving it a chance...

Tahoe was broken from his thoughts as the form of a stranger—stark white in color—came into view. He watched them for a moment before in turn being noticed himself. Today, he wasn't feeling nearly as territorial over this area in comparison to the bay. The group hadn't done a whole lot to stake a claim on the area anyway; he'd see what this guy was up to before giving a light warning. Or, the fellow might be open to recruitment. They broke the silence first with a generally good-natured hello. 

Afternoon. He responded with a slight dip of his head, rising to his feet.