The Sentinels for your vulgar delectation

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raven arrived promptly -- he suspected there was peregrine to thank for her mannerliness. allowing the girl but a few moments of the ritual deference, he in turn pressed his lips against her cheek, by way of assurance and greeting. the sable child seemed well indeed, hale and fed; eilidh was a gracious hostess indeed. nevertheless, the druid posed the classic and common question all the same, his body flowing into a more inviting pose to further soothe the girl. "how do you fare?" his murkwater eyes found the gilt gaze of the disarinno.

in time would he tell her of wildfire, for surely she wondered after her sister's well-being, but he would not broach the subject of the caldera until raven herself spoke of it. dipping his head, lasher invited the girl to move at a comfortable gait alongside him, for he intended to see about a coyote that had been spotted not far from their easternmost marker.

such things were nefariously mischeivious and destructive, but he was more concerned in regards to the danger they posed to emaleth and deirdre than the thievery they wrought. a lone coyote could not hope to stand against a pack of wolves twelve strong -- a pack of them was a different matter altogether. unbeknownst to lasher, an ugly group of rogues would soon gather on the beachfront, creating a greater threat to his children and land than that of a coyote.

for now, his attentions were upon the beast, but his ears were cupped to hear raven's words, if she had any to proffer.