The Sentinels i will wait under the tow like lions do

i hope it's ok to post out of turn? i saw from your sig you were scarce - i hope that's okay!

he trembled, instantly steadied by lasher's irrevocable rule. his sunken gaze rolled upwards towards the strong bend of the alpha's muzzle. he slumped,  defeated. not a single hair on his body dared defy lasher's rule, and it showed in the humble bend of his dejected body. 

he heard words, but he was in no state mentally to decipher the thick accent that lashed the druid's words. he shuddered, feeling a cold lance his frail body. "my friend," he bleated, "is she safe?" but he had no energy to press further and instead he slumped not unlike the sudden abandonment of a marionette. it was obvious he would not survive the winter without the supplication of a pack - and while he didn't look it now, he would make a capable addition should lasher elect to assimilate him into his ranks.