The Sentinels I looked up to the stars above, to find you once again

will keep vague bc the joining thread is still in progress

tachyon was far from hale -- despite this, he had struggled to acclimate to being a valid contribution to donnelaith. he did not remember with clarity his acceptance, but he felt a flood of gratitude that lasher had graciously taken such a sorry wolf as himself into his fold. he felt a mixture of indebted and guilty -- he somehow must prove he was worthy.

he had spent the morning trying to  wait for a small fester of mice to resurface from their tunnels -- and after a while, he ambled slowly back to rendezvous with only one little mouse in his maw. it was then he heard crying -- he paused, unsure if it was indeed a whimper. but he heard the noise again and tentatively made his way to the small threshold. it was heavily scented with sundry wolves and their passing and he inched forward on his belly, unsure if he should venture any further.