The Sentinels But then you make me crawl

The girl pauses, and turns her head from Osprey immedeatly, her white gaze turning icy and cold. "Do we need to discuss this now?" she asks as she takes in a deep breath. Her ears hover halfway between pricked and pressed against her skull, frustration causing them to flick occassionally. "The pack is... fine-- there's nothing to figure out," she adds, glancing back to the elder and releasing her breath.