In the Aeroplane Over the Sea

last post for me!

as dante spoke, lasher felt his muscles contract with the tension of dread. it was mirrored in saena's reaction; she had accepted the news of their knowledge regarding junior, but the change in her expression at the mention of osprey sickened him with guilt. he watched the play of emotions across her face -- his breath hitched in his throat, and his plume hung limply at his heels.

she turned away with a terse word, and though the ageing druid wished fiercely that he could say some word to soothe her heart, there was none. they had failed her, and miserably. with a wan nod to reek, the beta watched the pair depart, and then glanced to dante with misery touching his features.

"i will go patrol," he informed the leader softly, before slipping away into the trees with self-beration beginning in his mind.