The Sentinels i will wait under the tow like lions do

hallo! :D

he settled his head onto his paws, a soft sigh tickling his tail. he felt the cold surround him -- the iciness of the earth seep through his stomach and up into his elbows. the wind nipped at his ears and he pulled himself tighter into the shallow hole he had made. he felt sorry for himself -- it was not his hole, it was his grave.


he felt exhaustion weigh heavy on his eyelids and before he knew it he had succumbed to sleep -- it was not until a gentle wuff behind him caused him to stir. he lifted only his muzzle, his gaunt cheek and sunken gaze falling on the pale wolf before him. was it a trick of his fevered mind? a mirage in a snowstorm? he blinked feebly, a single ear cast back in doubt.