The Sentinels my empire of dirt

mastery was something that lasher sought, if only in part. he nodded, eyelids falling to half-mast as he envisioned the images of which dante spoke. the last mountain he had been upon had broken his heart, and he would not live in a dipped land that would remind him evermore of the caldera. "i once lived in such a place, one of emerald green where the trees all but kissed the heavens. that is where my heart lies."

he stretched and flicked his tail toward the heavens with a grunt of pleasure. "casmir informed me that there was a filled cache somewhere nearby. he is a thoughtful child," taltos mused, though in truth his son was far from a boy any longer. casting a glance toward dante, the druid wordlessly invited the silver alpha to accompany him upon the search.