The Sentinels You say...

Her greeting was warmly received with a tilt of his head and a gentle bump in return before he settled in to stand with her on the shore, his previous plans waylaid for a minute. He wasn't bothered by this... he had all day, after all. He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply as he considered her question. "Odd. But in a good way. I keep thinking there's something I should be worrying about... things I should be checking on, places I should be going. And then I remember that those aren't mine to do anymore." He breathed out in an amused, almost-laugh. "I suppose that'll go away one of these days." He was a thinker by nature, but he didn't do near as much in Peregrine's time there. The last year had drilled some habits he'd have to let go of.

"It suits him. And I'm glad Blue's back where she belongs." Even though he didn't regret the way things happened, he still felt she'd have been the better choice back then, no matter how much her reasons for not taking the spot made sense. Following that train, had Osprey spoken with them yet, and learned of the soon-to-be additions on their way?