The Sentinels to hate my enemies

there was something in reassuring himself that the herds were still there; a sort of serenity to tracking them idly as they went about their day. so long as he remained beneath their radar he could spend a few more hours at here; observing. perhaps, wintersbane thinks, it calms him because he holds an ironfist of control out here; in how long he chose to follow them providing there were no mishaps that alerted them to his position nearby.

like his father before him, he enjoys control though it has merry evaded him for all these years.

tahoe's question draws forth the cup of his ears and wintersbane is quiet for a moment. in a way, he responds after his contemplative pause. i am saltlord now, but stormbound is too much umbra's for me to reclaim saltking. in fact, she'd done away with the rank entirely.