The Sentinels waken all ye into life

She delighted as a large swooped above her and settled amongst branches just ahead; little Emaleth danced a small jig, yipping excitedly. "Bird!" she cried, proud to know what this creature was, though the further categorizations and specifications of non-wolves yet escaped her. It made a sound that startled her, and the dark child froze in her celebrations to stare up at it in wonder. She did not understand the song-like dialect, though there was one word that the child recognized— just barely. "See?" Emaleth queried after a pause, small eyebrows furrowed.