The Sentinels sin deep my wicked angel

behati departed -- lasher felt a sting of guilt at the suspicion he had hurt the girl. he would seek her out, he decided, at a later time. aria did not have anything of note to offer, but lasher smiled nevertheless -- perhaps his question had been confusing in its wording. 

"whatever the pack needs," he mulled aloud, continuing his slow trudge. "you out of many would know our strengths and weaknesses -- you have maintained the highest rank below our leadership for some time, and immersed yourself in the inner workings of donnelaith."

he paused. "i must ask you a personal question, but firstly, hw goes your stay with behati?" it had only been a few days, but if aria's report was satisfactory, lasher would take that into account.