The Sentinels our battles they may find us, no choice may ours to be

as he rose, she fell, and the babe felt no fear as she went downward and fell into his waiting paws. the feeling of that delighted her as she recalled the sudden drop in her stomach during the descent, and she giddily went to ascend the slope of his shoulder again—but his playful nips distracted her, and she ebbed away from the shore of him; there was a tiny, feeble little call within her that saw what he was doing, and she took one bound toward, her jaws gently snapping shut toward him in turn. she began to yip excitedly at his chomping, catching the air from their wake with her biting rejoinder.