The Sentinels revenge is in the creator's hands

The words that followed were met with an unimpressed stare. Heterochromic eyes glistened lifelessly on the dirt-colored hound. Ford twitched his lip so that it lifted over a single canine and he turned his head away in a sneer that suggested he found the interrupted joke neither funny nor clever. What he did find interesting was the ink-cloaked female who whimpered at them from the brush beyond. Her eyes seemed to dance with a dangerous light; the Mayfair-Cairn studied them intently.

Velen was quick to move. He positioned himself in an ideal location so that he might show more of his large frame. Ford remained passively beside his sibling, holding his calculated stare on the stranger without a hint of fear. What was there to be wary of, after all? They were in their domain, and there was nothing that could cause him to feel as though he was in any danger there.

“What is it you want?” the titan barked in a smoky voice. He drew his crown upward and peered into her gaze without a twitch of emotion to show for it.