The Sentinels there's a black crow sitting across from me

Her words were optimistic. He couldn't have said that he was surprised by the uplifting tone. The young girl had seemed to find a sense of peace in her mindset. It wasn't for him to change – not yet. Still, the titan felt as though he was made to be the voice of reason for that kind of spoken word. The mismatched colors of his eyes rested on her face as she lowered her muzzle. He followed the curves of her and then halted in his study.

“Perhaps you're right, but I do not know that I will see it in my lifetime,” the warhound admitted to her with a careful expression on his face. Ford spoke half in truth and half out of the need to express that he did not have doubts for the woodland that his mother had called home. Whether or not he believed in magic or ancient spirits, the wild sea wolf knew that trees would grow again and bring new life with them.