The Sentinels let me explain

He was accepting of her, willing to listen without comment. And when he did speak, Lasher's voice was welcome. Eigma felt a smile slip across her face again and this time, she did not try to hide it. I wouldn't say that Skigamslet has any culture. They're like a mold more than anything. The joke slipped from her lips but fell a bit flat, she thought. Moving on, But thank you. I didn't expect to enjoy my life as a pack wolf, after all I'd heard. You make it a bearable experience -- well, more than bearable. Her gaze wandered as she spoke, and it seemed as if her mind also drifted, to the point where Eigma wasn't really paying attention to what came out of her mouth. It wasn't a hugely detrimental comment to be voicing; she was appreciative more than anything. 

I'll leave you with the gull then. The poor bird had almost bled out during the conversation; it looked sleepy, with its feet held under its belly and its head resting comfortably upon its chest. Eigma realized then, that the air smelled thickly of blood. If it is too large for your children, I will find something more suitable for their first lesson.