The Sentinels no business but gold

hopefully knaven and bijou would want to move on soon, the boy thought, hiking a leg to spray the distinctive mayfair-cairn scent over the edge of a gnarled redwood. this place was far from uninhabited, and there were only three of them. thus far, he he had kept close to his siblings and away from what appeared to be two small groups of strangers.
but this afternoon, with an autumn storm rolling in from the sea, lionel mayfair had gone out to scout for one of them, prepared to defend if need be, but more curious than anything.