The Sentinels I aim to please

his thoughts had turned often to constantine as of late -- lasher wondered how his son fared, and if he would return. he had searched for the boy, but the eldest mayfair twin had not made himself known, and so lasher had given it up. in his heart, he knew that constantine still lived, but he was broken for his son's departure.

from the shadow of a great tree he watched as a pretty young wolfess pranced merrily along their borders, soon checking herself and lowering her posture, as if she had forgotten the scents that lined thickly the land there. the druid allowed himself a small and private smile before he came to greet her, posture vaguely dominant but not overbearingly so, and murkwater eyes inviting the child to explain her reasons for calling upon donnelaith that day.