The Sentinels godspeed on the devil's thunder

for anyone! inner territory discovery :)

his daughters slept warmly with their mother, and lasher took the moments of time allotted him to perform a brief patrol before he headed into the heart of donnelaith. he had not been given a chance to truly explore, and moved almost gleefully through the drifts. the wood thickened, growing darker, and lasher's step became more cautious.

the ground beneath his paws was damp with melted snow and frosted edges, and there came a white glow between the trees ahead. the glen-man chose his path carefully, skirting a large patch of ice, and presently stepped into a small clearing.

his breath hitched in his throat; the druid cast his stunned eyes about. roses, of many hues and varieties, grew up around his dark form, each one suspended slumbering in a casket of ice. he did not touch them, but merely marvelled at their cold beauty, basking in the ambiance of the silent glade.