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

lasher smiled at emaleth as she came to his side, and did not miss dante's falter upon seeing her. perhaps having children would cure the beta of his obvious discomfort when it came to small wolves. but he did not comment upon this. "yes," he said instead, grinning between the two of them. "she has been practicing her quieter hunting skills, have you not, emaleth?" his dark little witch was not as outgoing as her paler counterpart, but the intelligent focus of her eyes was undeniable. suzanne had been so.