The Sentinels rot until the weeds are grown

She shot back a challenge to his arrogant claim, but with a look of mirth that made Redshank unsure if she was joking or not. He wasn't looking to impress, really, even if this was the Alpha he was talking to. Let them think what they wanted. Yet for all his conceitedness, pure fear had eaten away at his core. The boy was scared for the future, for his friend, for himself. He tucked it away, deep, deep down, but it still showed in the nervous splay of his ears and the brief flickers of panic in his eyes.

Got a thing for collecting strays. He let out a soft tch of amusement but found the comment somewhat endearing. Maybe the woman wasn't as much of a bitch as he had first thought. He let the silence after her offer hang in the air for a moment, debating; though it wasn't like he really had a choice. "Alright," he said, looking to her with a lift of his chin. "Consider me part of y'crew."