The Sentinels a skeleton whisper

fade with another post from you? <3

he did not like to see her so weak, so vulnerable; a whine rose in his throat before he could trample it with the propriety befitting a leader. "yes. rest," he agreed, watching the she-wolf slide into her half-made burrow. it was upon the tip of his tongue to ask if she had been seen by his mate, or aria, or eilidh, but the man could call any one of them here. perhaps not his mate, concerned as she was with the babes, but his daughter or the pale girl might be of use to eigma. lasher stood for one last helpless moment, then turned to head for the whelping den, to update the healer of their ward's progress.