The Sentinels A new day, brings rejuvination

their hopes of thievery soon dashed into jagged terror, the foxes fled swiftly, and were soon removed across the borders at a great speed. lasher drew up, sides heaving with the exertion of their run. in times past, in youth, he could have run for quite a time longer without being winded, but age coupled with the old injury tolled him, and he turned a self-deprecating smile to dante. "the foxes are blessed indeed that i am so geriatric!" he exclaimed, pretending to shake a trembling forepaw in the direction of the retreating pair.