The Sentinels My advice?

aria had been gone for some time, and while he understood that she traveled, he worried all the same. his concerns were the same for each member of donnelaith, though he admitted unto himself that these were tempered with his quiet affection for the pale flower, and he spent many patrols tensely listening for her return. his relief was great when at last her voice rose o'ertop the tall boles, and he kissed the tiny sleeping heads of his growing witches, and the muzzle of his dozing mate, and went to greet aria with gently waving plume.

she smelled of the sea, and of saltwinter; his murkwater eyes met her own and he cocked his head with a brief and quizzical look, before his gaze fell to the flesh between her paws. she obviously intended to share, but one glance at the lovely face strained with exhaustion and and hunger, he nodded at the meat. she must eat, and then speak, but only once she had fed herself.