The Sentinels on the pacific

Here stood, without irony, a lover not a fighter. Lucani regarded him with great interest, curious not just about his pack but about Lasher himself — and his bright-eyed little one. What stories they would have to tell... and how honoured she'd be to hear them. But that fate was only just in reach, and hope alone would not progress this interview.

I have fought, yes, she admitted. And while I would do so again for the right cause, it bothers me when the brawling is for pride or rank or a scrap of meat. We have instincts, yes, but we also have minds to control them. And so beyond anything I respect your values, Lasher — I feel the same as you. To be part of a community that upholds peace and cooperation is something for which I'd offer precisely the loyalty you speak of. A home in which the youngsters are curious, she blinked down at the pale-furred girl and offered her a rare smile, but unafraid.