The Sentinels as we walked i heard the laughter in the leaves

WAIT IS SHE NOT IN THE DEN?! cue heart attack

a small voice rose to the cold sky, embraced and carried by the fluttering wind. tachyon felt his heart grow cold -- the howl was distinctly juvenile -- distinctly, infantile. he froze and his golden gaze seared through the blue dark -- where was she?

he surged forward into a headlong gallop, his head bobbing as he pulled himself toward the den in enormous strides. leaves and sticks flew in his wake as he thundered towards the rendezvous with his heart cold and seized in his throat.