The Sentinels the mordant liquor of tears

Eilidh looked between her pack members, noting their reactions. Dante seemed angry, Aria was embarrassed, and Casmir seemed distant and cold. Well, good. He didn't seem to care about anything after Behati's death. And while that saddened her, too, it was certainly no reason to yell at her and call her names. Eilidh sniffed and turned her gaze - and attention - to Tachyon, the wolf who had helped her look for the wild onions, and saw his own reaction to her father's refusal. Her ears lowered slightly and she felt her heart fluttered in pity. He seemed so sad, so willing to help in any way, and her father had refused him.

The pale healer wondered where he had come from, what his life had been like before Donnelaith, but couldn't rightly ask him now. Eilidh turned her attention back to her father as he explained and answered her questions, then Osprey's, and thought about it. While it would be good to have reinforcements if war did happen, she wasn't sure she wanted to live with these wolves led by a "sea witch." She sounded horrible. But Eilidh, ever faithful, kept her thoughts to herself, and trusted her father's judgment.