The Sentinels Bluesy Backround

the man dropped to the earth and gave a list of his skills -- lasher was silent, appraising. donnelaith had become a place of related wolves, those bound by blood, including tachyon -- he missed the male sorely and had not overlooked eilidh's affection for him. the bow of the would-be glen wolf pleased lasher, and was a welcome distraction from the chaos of his mind -- the other's tone was honeyed, smooth, oil upon stone.

"from where do you come?" he queried in his own quiet way, bidding the man rise with a brush of his muzzle to one charcoal shoulder.