The Sentinels time to sink way into the blue, dear

AW!

donnelaith had been good to tachyon -- in the short week he had been assimilated into the ranks he already found himself restored of an old vigor. he ate and he slept and he tried his best to be useful. he  no longer felt disoriented -- and while his frame still was gaunt, the cheerlessness of his expression had long since dissipated.

his energy reserves were still in infancy, and so, he moved in the slow pace of a leisurely traveller along the northern-most junction of donnelaith's borders, not too far where he had first met pearl and lasher. he plastered himself to any tree or shrub he could find, imparting tufts of his fur and his scent along the trail markers that heralded donnelaith's claim. this type of endeavor was fairly labor intensive and after a while he succumbed to resting in the slow with his tongue lolling from his cheerfully panting mouth.