The Sentinels my empire of dirt

he nodded -- he himself had not scented freshwater since their arrival. it was imperative that they focus their energies upon locating a source of unbrined liquid. turning inward, the man began to course toward the heart of the territory, step light and ears cupped for any noises. the light slowly dimmed as the pain traveled, barred by the thick entanglement of branches overhead.

green shafts of illumination touched the earth beneath their paws, thus unscathed by the cold palm of autumn. it would not be so forever, but lasher marveled at it all the same. their steps were carpeted with moss, the emerald silk climbing the boles of trees roundabout.

presently, the forest grew thinner in its intensity and they emerged into a field of low ferns, beginning to crisp beneath the frostiness of recent mornings. the beta's mouth curved in a smile -- the gentle whisper of running water across stone could be heard ahead, and he turned to dante with delight dancing in his eyes.

their velveteen met grew more sparse, but met water at its end, and lasher stood with sated gaze, his eyes upon the thin rivulet. his heart was jubilant -- parting his jaws, the druid let out a long, low howl.

donnelaith.