The Sentinels time to sink way into the blue, dear

tachyon, out of breath, enjoyed the crisp cold the snow offered in respite. his panting gradually receded in intensity -- but not before a wolf tachyon did not recognize crossed his path. his mouth snapped shut and he looked uncertain -- it was clearly a donnelaith member for he had encountered the scent several times moreover. thus, tachyon assumed he was a superior and his tail beat submissively into the snow as the wolf grew closer. he was careful to keep his muzzle slanted towards the ground in deference, and his gaze never rose past the male's ankles. "hello.. just.. catching.. my breath." he smiled sheepishly, hoping his weakness would not be held against him.