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

deirdre's squeal caused tachyon immediate grief -- for a moment, he wished he was a ring of smoke or the fail trail of fog, rendered instantly by the wind. he half expected the denmother looking in to deliver some sort of sharp toothed rebuke for tormenting her babe, but none came. he didn't move -- instead, he peered dumbly at the entrance for some time until the little puff appeared again.

he remained motionless, his head flat on the ground and his chin cold against the stone's touch. as she drew closer he couldn't help the faint stirring of his tail in submissive excitement. but this time again she waffled, and a small frown soured his features as he watched her retreat again.