The Sentinels You got to do, what you should

Dante followed beside as they departed, allowing his eyes to drink in the forest one last time.  The familiar trees, stones, and clearings left an ache, but he remained silent, knowing that they were doing the right thing.  Doubtless Osprey saw the same ghosts as he, if her own variety.

Part of his attention was also spent in herding three sleepy children to the border.  The journey would be a hard one, and much as he tried to explain they wouldn't be coming back, likewise the message hadn't fully sunk in.  They were barely of an age where the trip was doable, but they couldn't delay.

He wondered when they reached the border who would respond to Osprey's call, nuzzling Terence as his ears perked to listen.  A howl - Constantine.

When Lasher's son arrived, Dante gave a fond smile to the man he'd helped train all those months ago, and one who doubtless would do Lasher's name proud.  Already had.  "As will you," he said, breaking away from his son momentarily to approach.  "But I know we leave Donnelaith in capable paws." Protected at least by some, despite opinions of others.