The Sentinels On the right track

lasher was pleased also, for the day of his infants' birth was drawing nearer, and the pack had settled into an apt routine. the memory of his last visit to the maplewood weighed heavily upon him, but the leader of donnelaith instructed himself to put it aside for now. a wolf-trot carried him from the borders inward -- he had found a copse of strange herbs, and now carried a leaf delicately to the medical den for his mate's inspection.

yet the beaming appearance of dante drew lasher aside -- he had never seen such a sunniness to the fellow's disposition -- and he approached with a wry tilt to his lips. "there are rainbows in your eyes, my friend."