The Sentinels My advice?

im very fond of aria!

she set about gorging herself, and he found himself enthralled by the flash of her strong white teeth against the red flesh, the lap of salmon tongue against the firm bow of her mouth. when she had eaten her fill, and lasher was able to tear himself from his own secret glut upon her bowed head and the savage display, he took gratefully the bit of skeleton aria offered, clacking it once against his teeth before setting it down for ravishment at a later time. 


firstly the little dryad apologized, beaming quite winningly with bloodstained lips. "there is nothing to forgive," he murmured gently beneath the curtain of her next words. and then she spoke of saltwinter, and a strange occurrence. lasher straightened; his features cleared from under their charmed veil, and a frown downtipped his mouth. "yes. i am close companions with their leader. what did this man tell you?" 

the druid hoped it was not of danger to donnelaith; he would not have liked to muster his wolves, not in the dead of winter, with babes to protect. and yet he trusted caiaphas, though he knew that the cove was her heart, and she would do whatever she must to protect it.