The Sentinels On the right track

peregrine. lasher quieted the sudden leap of hatred and affection that lunged in his breast at the sound of the name, that damned name! that accursed title! and focused instead on what it was dante had provided as context. "ah, wildfire. now of moonspear," lasher nodded, revealing he knew the little fox-coloured sprite as well. "she is welcome here. our family always is." this included saena, who was now dante's niece by marriage, though she surely would never concede it, nor would dante deem it appropriate to tell her thusly.


"and yes," he agreed thoroughly. "ties are important." it was upon the tip of lasher's tongue to tell his gunmetal companion of the seapriestess, but he thought better of it. different was the bond betwixt the druid and the ocean witch.