The Sentinels revenge is in the creator's hands

Spider twitched— her limbs going stiff, and her ears creasing for a flash— as a snarl clawed through the night air and disturbed what mournful peace there was left in that mass grave. She eyed the dark mouth of the giant one, and upon seeing no shine of teeth, the she-wolf chose not to take his companion's reaction personally.

She eyed the now visible form of the earth-brown male, who looked just as deadly as the reaper he flanked like a loyal dog. Spider coveted their bond, and quivered at the prospect of making it hers.

"Everything you're capable of giving," she answered succinctly, dashing forward several energetic steps before settling down to the ground once more; her expression, brimming with attentiveness to their every detail, swiveled between them both. "In exchange, I'll offer the same." And while the trade seemed most beneficial for herself at present, she was a forward-thinker, and imagined that there   something to be gained for her gender and the fact that she wasn't related to them.