The Sentinels You say...

sounds wonderful!  I can start the next <3

For him, having a goal was nice, but he was in no hurry to get to the finish.  He settled into an easy silence for a bit, walking with her, content until she began to talk.

His ears circled interestedly as she spoke of lakes swallowing dens, and he shot her a bemused look.  Why would they want to ask a lake where to live then? Maybe so the lake would show them the courtesy of leaving it alone.  Appease the spirits and all that.

"I would love to," he responded happily, always up for a story and already highly interested.  This sounded like a good one and was a totally new one to him.  He would listen avidly as they looked, for he really enjoyed her stories the most, in no small part from the fun of watching and listening to the teller herself.