The Sentinels the world moves on without a sound

it rly is ;-;

he was at a loss -- he could feel her fear, but it was incomprehensible. it was not unlike a bystander watching a horrific event, unable to prevent it. with a sigh he nosed the fretful pup as she shifted restlessly beneath him, and with slow laps of his tongue he sought to sooth her by licking the top of her little head. if nothing else, he at least provided warmth -- there was plenty of fur for little deirdre to bury her cherubic face in.