The Sentinels Offer me that deathless death

Zig brought his head from the ground at the greeting and was met with the sight of a white-maned beauty. Hey there, he said, offering her a lopsided grin. Even in this dingy place, his spirits couldn't be dampened too much; he was too laid back for that. The female smelled lone, and he wondered what her story was. The name's Zig, he added through his grin, a friendly twinkle in his ocean gaze. What brings you to these parts? he asked a second later, taking a few more steps in her direction, his tail wagging slightly behind him.