The Sentinels our battles they may find us, no choice may ours to be

he did not answer, but even if he had she would not have understood him. so she contrived her own translation, not knowing what else to really do. the meaning was lost as his eyes moved in a hypnotic fashion, and the cub found herself again falling into miming him. this was unintentional, as his exhaustion was contagious to the easily influenced cub. she now moved toward him and slumped against his muzzle, sliding downward in the process and pushing her snout dangerously near to his eye socket without regard to personal space (not knowing such a thing existed). she yawned, too, unable to resist the urge as it came to her... and continued to blink sleepily until she could blink no more, and her eyes simply remained shut.