The Sentinels the world moves on without a sound

it was not until deirdre thrust her little head into the fur-ruff of his thick neck did tachyon awaken, a singular eye opening with surprise as he took in his surroundings. he breathed in, deirdre's scent cusping at his muzzle as the ridge of her little shoulders arched between his blackened nose. surprised but not at all taken aback, tachyon shifted to better accommodate her wriggling form. for now he was content to nuzzle her affectionately with grooming nips, though he inwardly had noticed the quiet change in her demeanor.