The Sentinels A new day, brings rejuvination

he too was growing soft, but it was the softness of a well-fed man, one who had little to worry over beyond the protection of his pack. it would end soon enough, lasher suspected, as they would weather the harsh storms of winterlash and the breath of the ocean. "indeed. casmir seems rather bored as of late," he commented, drawing to a slower pace alongside his friend. "perhaps i shall send him on a mission, to seek out alliances." 

"what is your opinion upon alliances, dante?" lasher asked next, turning his eyes upon the silverfurred male.