The Sentinels one final graven kiss

@Behati and @Aria <3 im setting this for saturday, to try and save our timelines! 

the time had come for lasher to get to the bottom of the pot-stirring in his beloved pack. almost to the day that he had elevated aria, there had been some level of strife or dismay. at the crux of it was the theatrics illustrated by the younger wolves of donnelaith, excluding the mature and quiet eilidh. even pearl had been dragged into the morass. he intended to speak with her separately, however, to calm any anger or fear she might have following aria's promotion.

standing at the westernmost border, beneath the roseate touch of earliest dawn, lasher called for the gossamer child and the pale sylph. his tones were gentle and yet firm; do not dally but come straightaway, he instructed.