The Sentinels Oh, it's time to start livin'

Emaleth had been a quiet shadow, playing a one-sided game with her father to pass the time; where he went, she followed some distance behind, as stealthily as she was able. If he was aware of her presence, he had humored her by pressing onwards without outwardly acknowledging her presence. The instant the druid fell in step beside the silver furred form, little Emaleth tired of her game and pranced forward to trail at her father's side. She looked up at him, with a small wag of her tail, small shoulder brushing against the man's foreleg— she wanted to be important, as they were, though if she were commanded to the child would scamper away.