The Sentinels barren summits

for @Grimora

the morning is overcast when kjalarr makes his way from his patrol around the bay's scent markers into the sentinels. he keeps a keen eye on the deer herds that call it home. though sea lion shores heralds plenty of meat, the northman considers the sentinels more of their unofficial hunting grounds than he does the shore. kjalarr settles in the brush — some of which still bear the scars of the fire that had marred it years ago — sure that he was within sight of the herd as he could see them.

either way, they do not seem perturbed by his presence — and as he does not seek to hunt them today, he does not worry about spooking them.