The Sentinels i will wait under the tow like lions do

nw! feel free to pp tachy

he blinked, a haze blurring his vision as the pale wolf stirred before him not unlike a reflection on disturbed water. but she was decidedly real.
what was real also was the shadow that rolled across his back and obscured her -- he blinked, unable to make out lasher's distinct features. all he could see was the murkmire of the male's eyes.

he tumbled forward with a low bellow, lurching to his feet like a freshborn foal. "my friend!" he bellowed hoarsely, unable to ready himself. "give her back to me." they had taken her, hadn't they? he blundered forward in the hopes to chase these demons from him -- his weakness was evident and it appeared it would not take much to subdue him.