The Sentinels barren summits

had his ears not been weighted down by corded hair, they might've risen at the little expulsion of air. what a sound! like a spark of warmth in midst of winter. the komondor now looked deeply pleased.

unacquainted with the functions of a pack, this simple community the older man proposed seemed unique in the idyllic and honest life it offered. it was so admirable, искрено.

and so not for him, искрено.

he himself gave a chuckle in response to the other's implied suggestion. 

"oh nou nou, mai good maen." slavo stretched, curling his toes into the dirt, popping his back. "ai aem ae vaegrant by haert. ai vould raether waender th' shoreline thaen... thaen be ae fixture."

the bard rose languidly to his paws, and while he remained amicable, he was ready for this encounter to end with his banishment. 

as such thing usually went.