The Sentinels Into the light

When Dante went about his duties, he too felt a lessening of the effects of the previous days.  He barely remembered his negative encounters and what details remained were quickly fading.  Yet he walked with a new confidence, for one happening would not be so easily forgotten.  It had finally cemented the mateship he shared with Osprey and he felt a new level of assuredness in their relationship.  At last they had claimed one another completely and, while he did not allow himself to hope just yet, perhaps soon even more would tie them.

Suddenly everything seemed trivial; his fights with Lasher and the hard feelings that had followed were all but swept aside.  Only a contented sort of glow remained.

He had been loathe to depart that morning, but responsibility did call and he was ever dilligent to answer.  Once his mind had cleared he once more was able to leave Osprey without possessive anxiety taking root, though it was rather unhappily all the same.  Now he was searching idly for game, but not having much luck, perhaps because his mind was on a decidedly different route.  Still caught up in the last couple of days and the love he also felt intensified.

When he caught her familiar approach, he was all too happy to abandon a futile search, and he turned happily to greet her.  He could try again later, though luck would need to be on his side.  It would be another day or two before distraction left completely.