The Sentinels Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?

i never saw you replied, sorry!

as he churned the earth the female besides him picked at the fly-away mounds gingerly, clearly hindered by her wounded paw. he stopped and panted, his ears pulling forwards as he heard her command -- wordlessly he padded over with an inquisitive expression across his broad muzzle. with a snuff he dived into the soft loam, sending dirt hurtling as he did so. with a whuff of excitement he wrenched from the earth the half-decomposed skull and spine of an ermine and lifted it over his head not unlike the mighty profession of a warrior's heaven-hurled spear. with a stupid grin tachyon tossed into the air playfully before tossing it towards osprey.