The Sentinels wham bam thank you m'am

a sheer terror clutched his heart as he heard the summons -- had the derelict wolves returned to savage their camp? he lurched into a dead run, strung out and rapid as he crashed through the tussock brushes and out into the open strand. ahead the wolves milled, and a dread uncertainty sunk in his gut like a stone as he saw the inert body coughed forth by the brine.

he was unsure what to do, but having received the tail end of lasher's instruction, pulled towards the female that had passed. he did not recognize her, but knew her to be donnelaith's kin -- he would await blue willow's determination of her cause of death before he would clasp behati's scruff gently and assist in dragging her to whatever location the healer dictated.