The Sentinels the mordant liquor of tears

as of late tachyon had assigned himself the distant denfather -- he would not see the pups harmed, and so, had carved a wide swath of territory between the coast and the den in which to stand vigil. as such, when lasher's summons came tachyon was quick to heed the druid's call.

he too had misgivings -- though not for lack of lasher's capabilities. what if the wolves beset the male while he was alone? he canted his head in dante's direction in deferred agreement. "i could go with you." he offered meekly -- he was slower and much less hale than the alpha, and in the event they were ambushed, he could serve as a sufficient distraction. while these dark thoughts remained unspoken, his expression conveyed well the purpose of his accompaniment.