The Sentinels We get to share it

"in many ways, yes. i know to tell their cries from one another, to discern between hunger or fear, to know if they are truly ill or merely sick with the little bouts of cough that attend the nursery from time to time. but they are each their own individual, and with their own daily surprises." 

he joined her in dragging the iced carcass some feet, before pausing once more. it was a heavy thing, caked as it was with the frozen snow. pulling it through the drifts was no small feat. "i am no longer surprised by the basic things, i suppose," he rounded with a smile.