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

the cub peered at him from her near-distance, and if it were at all possible for a wolf to purse their lips surely she would be doing so. but she looked on at him, straightfaced and tentative, not too sure what to do with this situation. her desire to be social in the moment outweighed her desire to retreat, but she so wished for her sisters proximity and gentle reassurances all the same.

she flopped onto her belly in her admission of personal defeat, and scooted nearer to him. now and then she'd look behind her to make sure the one that watched her then was alright with her own movements, and when she heard no complaints deirdre found her legs again and moved toward him with the swagger of a drunk deer crossing the road and looking straight into the headlights. and when she was in her own arms reach of him, she extended a single leg and waved it around his inky nostril and was so close, but so far from her mark! deirdre did not manage to touch him before she lost her nerve and galloped away once more, but this time paused not nearly so far away as she had just a moment ago. in fact, now she even grinned! whether it was at him or her own success, though, not even she knew.