The Sentinels hollow coves

Ford was not foolish enough to invade the space that the stranger had made for himself. He wanted the other man to feel as comfortable as he possibly could, so he remained in his place and provided his company with as many physical signs of friendliness that he knew. His tail wavered softly between his hocks. He did not hold his crown too high, no matter his pride. The titan was well versed in his ability to speak to others. He was keen to pick up on body language faster than most. It was the only thing that had saved him from becoming a secluded psychopath.
 
The boy remarked that he lived nowhere. Ford smiled softly at the comment. It was not a sentiment that he could truly relate to. He wondered if he was at a disadvantage for such a conversation. Still, the stranger continued on to say that he was born in the area, but further inland. He explained that his birth home was not truly a home to him. The swarthy titan nodded his head in understanding. That was something he could relate to with more ease. Then, as though he thought it was important to ask the question, the warhound latched his sights with the boy and canted his skull ever to slightly to the left.
 
“Are you searching for one?”