The Sentinels Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?

tachyon grunted as he overturned the damp earth, noting the thin spiderweb like roots that stood out from the dark soil, their tendrils fragile and grave. he nosed along the roots, finding no scent that betrayed the possibility of cached meat. disappointed but not necessarily discouraged, the male stepped over to osprey and started digging behind her. "nope," he issued between flinging heaves of his paws, digging deeper. "that is, unless you like soil and roots?"