The Sentinels A new day, brings rejuvination

He was glad to ease Lasher's worry some, even if words could only do so much.  In action he hoped they would be further alleviated, as when the time came to hunt and prepare, the outlook could be determined with more certainty.  The land had an air of luck to it, though he hesitated to jinx things.  A sense of safety lay upon it.

"We have."  He spoke with muted feeling, warmth and a familiar note of surprise still filling him at mention of her return.  In his experience, those loved and lost were never regained.  Friends, family... neither.  "I had thought her gone for sure, after that fire," he added quietly, thinking back to that awful night.  "She must have some good fate watching out for her."