The Sentinels toto….

the dryad kept himself busy in the autumn days since his decision to make the battle-worn woodlands his home. there was exploration of the northern reach that still required proper investigation, along with an assortment of other meticulous tasks one might be charged with upon claiming a land.

but he did not claim the woodlands, no, he simply protected it.

the last few days had brought several aiano to the blooming village. in their presence did he find comfort and a foreign warmth. it appeared today was no different.

he caught wind of the boy before he spotted him, and trailed after the youth's scent with light paws and a warmhearted sway of his tail. it was only when the slender figure of adolescence appeared off a few paces did the man's lips part to speak.

"mirfae," he called out with a soft ring, hoping the boy might pause his steps and allow the older man to join him.