The Sentinels A new day, brings rejuvination

"once, in the donnelaith where i was made. born," he corrected hastily with a roguish tilt of his lips. "they are harsh, but that glen was not so deep as this forest. salt-rime will frost the trees facing the shore, but as long as we sequester ourselves further inland, i believe that we will fare well."

worry twisted his brow. "the children are due in the very dead of winter, dante -- i fear for them." the thought was sombering as they pressed on, hunting the prey that would sustain them through the snows.