The Sentinels yuletide wine

sorry, guys! i've been sick D:

quite besotted was lasher with his task that when he paused to look 'round, he was happily and pleasantly surprised to see that many of his pack had joined their eccentric leader in decorating the borders quite festively. the sharp leaves of dark green and the spheres of blood-red berries formed a stark contrast against the pale and new-fallen snow, and it pleased lasher's sense of artistry greatly.

buoyed by the participation, a mischievous light grasped the druid -- presently, he pranced a bit with a giddy beam upon his features, before he troweled up a good bit of snow into his forepaw and lobbed it clumsily at his tall son.