The Sentinels time to sink way into the blue, dear

to hear dante had shouldered a similar burden of grief was but a small comfort -- tachyon's gaze tentatively looked upon the beta's own as if examining him for any sign of sorrow. supplanted within his own amber gaze was a semblance of empathy -- and he dipped his head quietly as if to offer platitudes for the male's loss.

dante's second question caused a little bit of a stirring in the pale wolf -- what did he mean? his brow creased as he inwardly inspected the nature of such an inquiry -- his conclusion was that dante was asking if he intended to be useful to the pack. tachyon wanted nothing but -- and despite his ailing health, he hoped it showed. "of course." he supplied without hesitation, rising shakily to his unsteady limbs. "we can talk and work, if it suits you. could i ask you how donnelaith came to be? and who everyone is?"