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

Deedee agreed -- Cas chuckled as she soared at him like a baby t-rex, mouth agape and the small pearls of her tiny milk teeth shining in the gloom of the den. he lifted his chin to allow her small bites to reach the fur of his throat, and then gave a playful growl. his gentle swat was aimed to trip her a small bit; his own teeth closed carefully on the air in front of his sister. it was no type of formal spar, but perhaps she would learn something all the same.