The Sentinels yuletide wine

gotta get a quickie in here!

Dante had fallen into sleep lulled by another of Osprey's tales, sleeping well, but awakened to frigid morning air and a constriction in his chest. He exited the den silently, not wanting to wake his partner with the bout of coughs that afflicted him.

The dry cough soon subsided, and slightly hoarse for a time, he got an early start to his day. He was cheerful despite the unwelcome wake up call and thought little of it, choosing to peruse the eastern border that day. When Lasher's invitation came he was poking his head beneath the roots of a tree, sniffing around. Backing up, he lifted his head, bemused by the message. Decoration? It was an odd concept, but he wasn't about to argue. If they wanted the fun, he'd give it a go.

Now he set out on a different task, seeking out branches that seemed festive enough to contribute.