The Sentinels Tempest-tossed and Seasick

His focus flicks to the white wolf as he speaks. He seemed like a good-natured fellow, perhaps too much so—at least in McBride’s own mind. The life of a loner was not suited for any wolf, especially the stranger. But, the clan didn’t seem like a good fit for him, certainly the atmosphere was not as carefree. He did not think the man would accept the offer anyway, and so he did not extend one in the first place. There would be many more opportunities to grow in the coming months.

He nodded, then refocused on searching for any signs of prey. I see. What exactly you lookin’ for?