The Sentinels time to sink way into the blue, dear

tachyon appreciated the grey wolf's intentional slowing of his gait - it allowed tachyon to keep up with him while maintaining his wind. he flicked an ear and listened as the male dictated each name -- and a brief summary of donnelaith's origin. when the male asked if there was anything specific tachyon drew to a slow halt, considering the question. "afraid not -- i would just like to know everyone." he pulled towards a lone briar brush, shouldering his long fur against the outreached thorns as he marked it. "and i haven't really been able to get to know everyone yet. i like to know things -- if a stranger came up to me and asked what donnelaith was i wouldn't be able to give them an answer besides a home to me. but it must mean more to others." there was no lying that it was a certain novelty to be able to identify all of his pack-mates in a crowd, but tachyon feared he was still just learning.