The Sentinels same old lessons

kjalarr keeps a firm eye on the herds that dwelled within the sentinels; though over the months he's been watching them they do not seem very eager to move on from their chosen roaming grounds. good news, for the fledgling stavanger bay; even if their prospects were yet far from flourishing. kjalarr considers that perhaps it is the shift in the air: that spring harbors within it too much competition and bountiful prey. the need for a pack was not quite as strong as it was in the withering hours of winter.

the scent of a stranger wafts his way; altering the northman's path. it does not take him long to find the piebald pelage that reminds him of his brother, charon.

a soft chuff leaves kjalarr's lips: seeking to alert the woman, whom appears to be slumbering, of his presence.