The Sentinels wham bam thank you m'am

aria had returned, intact save for a wound upon her shoulder. lasher had listened to her ghastly tale with growing horror, relieved that she had been able to come back to their fold. these events set him upon edge; he patrolled with a larger sense of fear, trepidation for his children, for his wolves, for the pack led by the sly little wolfess upon the coastline.


the day that eigma's call rose up, filled with horror and unsurety, lasher had been 'round the den of the babes. small though they were, he considered greatly moving its locale deeper into the weald. the two assailants had escaped, and had all but been upon it -- perhaps its current place had been marked for a return. 

yet he paused in shock, his slimmed frame -- his appetite had been nonexistent as of late -- moving of its own accord. taltos lengthened his stride into a flashing run as pearl's cry rose for blue willow.

casmir.

when the man arrived, he cursed himself for not having been the first upon the macabre scene. yet he was grateful to eigma, to pearl, to dante, though he said not a word as he moved swiftly to the side of his comatose son. one ear had been bitten off, the flesh of it in some unknown locale; the lanky body of the yearling had been assaulted. 

tears stung lasher's throat; through a saltwater veil he looked to the body alongside casmir's, and saw it to be behati, who had run off following his latest chastisement. he had been too harsh! and though he saw no wounds upon her body, the place of death and wounding slashed greatly at the thin veneer of control upon which he struggled to maintain a hold. 

there was a scent here, one he recognized only for his mouth had been filled with it! his nares filled with it! the woman who had struck for the babes, she had wounded his son, and perhaps mortally.

hatred filled the druid, twisted his usually gentle features into a horrifying visage of rage and flame. assuming blue willow would be hence, the man nevertheless summoned @Tachyon and @Raven, for eilidh had been exploring, and he did not know if she was near. the burning swampmurk of his gaze travelled to dante. "it was that foul bitch who did this," he seethed in a voice that shook, scarcely able to contain his wrath. 


"i will remain here until raven and blue willow are able to attend. eigma, see that the babes are protected." to aid the quiet girl would go the silent man, who had proven himself a protector of donnelaith during the last attack. turning from them, lasher settled his baleful stare again upon dante and pearl, knowing that the gunmetal man, the pale girl -- they would who know against whom his ire had been kindled. "please take behati's body and bury it within the land. i will not leave her here for the elements. she was one of us."

with his tasks given, lasher took to the work of curling himself 'round his son's body, beginning a slow bathe of the wounds he could see.

was it his weakness that had done this?