The Sentinels let me explain

gift. he was pleased by this; the pair of offerings were a pleasant surprise. he inspected the starfish with a gentle nudge, admiring its exotic appearance against the snow, and then cast a glance at the gull. the little witches were too young to slay it, but perhaps he would bring to the den and allow them to practice their killing bites with their small sharp teeth. "thank you, eigma," he murmured gently, thinking of how blessed he was that the girl was part of donnelaith. 

"how have you fared?" he asked softly, remembering how she had come to the aid of her pack during the onslaught by the two madwolves. to this day, taltos could not imagine why they had attacked, why they had chosen his peaceful encampment. perhaps, with hope, they would not come again.