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

tachyon nearly flattened into the ground as the shadow of an observer overtook them -- but it seemed the wolf was only that, a watcher -- and emboldened by his lack of interception, he turned his attention back to the whelp. she was still weepy, though a look of curiosity seemed to take her. just as quickly her investigative expression seemed to dissolve into one of sheer terror.

tachyon's ears flew back in confusion -- what had he done? a frown worried his muzzle and he nosed her gently, though he did not rise from his supine position on the ground.