The Sentinels lavender's blue, dilly dilly

Donnelaith... ah, the word already reeked pleasantly of a whole lot of loyalty. Goldhawk would hold out for it as best he could.

Thank you, the talkative chap went for an uncommonly minimalistic response, shooting Dante a crooked smile. He waited respectfully for the Beta to begin his departure before he himself rose, then he was off — with a flourish and a hope.