The Sentinels lovecraft

Whatever answers little Emaleth thought she might find with her tiny paws went unanswered this, but she accepted this with peace as she always had. She did not fight the unknown, at least not yet, for her world had only ever been safe and she trusted it completely. Answers would come. Comfort would come. And this Source— though it was still a mystery, one that evolved even as she grew to know it— represented the safety and trust in her world almost as much as her sister did.

She rested her tiny head against the muzzle of the Source, her breath soft upon its cheek. Emaleth was content like this; standing on her sister, braced against the Source. It would grow boring, soon, but for the moment she was happy enough to slip into a small doze.