The Sentinels all change

mind if we update this to current?

Dante had tried taking it easy, he had.  The day previously he had remained in the den, trying to sleep off some of this dratted illness and kick it for good.  But halfway through a nap he'd woken in a panic, his throat feeling like it had closed entirely.  Blooming fear had brought him, pacing and wretching, out of the den, and after a while of slow walking and steady breathing he was able to thankfully bring it under control.  The experience had left the sour tinge of fear upon him, though.  Give him a foe he could fight any day, but he felt like his own body was betraying him.

He found that he actually felt better after patrols, the gentle walk opening his airways and clearing his head, so today he'd not even attempted to stay in.  He wasn't looking forward to meeting a foe, still feeling a bit shaky after yesterday's mistake, but when a call came, he immediately went to answer it.  

When he arrived he found a young woman standing a respectful distance away, and curiously he stepped forth, leaving their grounds so he could get a better look.  His tail was lifted but he was not aggressive in stance, ears forward in a congenial and questioning manner.  He didn't immediately say anything, choosing instead to give her the chance to introduce her reasons for being there.  It was fairly obvious he was a resident of the lands she had called upon.