The Sentinels hear! come! i call thee forth

Their song was her universe, and the sound in her throat swelled as her father lifted her melody with his own voice; if the other wolves of Donnelaith joined father and daughter, little Emaleth would be no less or more exulted. And when he came to her, the child danced her joy for having him near— raising her head to catch his kisses, and then weaving between his legs and around his body. She knew not what weighed upon him, nor what it meant; and perhaps when she settled, she would see his sadness. "Father!" the little witch cried, "The leaves speak; the stars sing!"