The Sentinels that you would be shaking right down to your soul

:D

the pale woman's flaccid tongue seemed to lick the earth; lasher stared at the bloated flesh, unable to tear his eyes away as the seapriestess spoke in her usual tones, almost casual despite the barbs she had fed him with the bitter soup of her own doubt. the witch described a wolf; taltos shook his head, for he had never heard of such a creature.

"i know no wolf by that description," he answered quietly, carefully, though the crushing sorrow that played about his mind came to dance upon his tongue. he could only recall meeting one member of the blackfeather wolves, some long time ago, and it had not been a man.