The Sentinels for your vulgar delectation

the child did not answer, but seemed genuinely surprised at the mention of her sister's name from taltos' lips. having been estranged from the caldera for some time, it did not shock the alpha that raven was far removed from its activities. "yes, and yes," the druid rejoined gently. "i met the pair of you some months ago -- wildfire called herself attica and named you haunt," lasher continued, tipping a wink at the sable wolf alongside himself.

in a comfortable silence he pressed on. the mention of peregrine did not pain him now, as it had done so before, but it still caused a flicker of the old bitterness in his breast. its wormwood taste was meant for fox also, but a daughter of that wretched bitch now had been arranged into his ranks, and she showed none of the selfishness which had marked your mother. "once upon a time," lasher mused, hearkening to the same thing he had told wildfire those months ago, "i loved your father."