The Sentinels They say bad things happen for a reason

The teenager took no notice of the sweet spring day that he was walking through – his sights were set on the nearby borders. He knew he was finally ready to let his grief bubble up to the surface and overtake him. But he managed to hold onto his composure for the moment, because he also knew that he needed a friend to help him through this tide of emotions. Everyone on Silvertip was stricken with their own grief, and he didn’t think they could help him, because he felt their Beta should be a crutch which they were able to lean on in their own grief.

When he truly thought about who he wanted at his side, who he felt could help him through this, there was only one name: @Osprey.

Finally, he stood at the borders, careful not to trespass. Mason lifted his muzzle and called, a long mournful note; essentially read Oooooosssspppprrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeey!

He hadn’t spoken much since his Dad’s death, and the vocal chords which were used in this deep call seemed to crack and crumble. Mason’s face crumpled as he stood at her borders, dejected and unhappy. He patiently waited for the friend who had lifted his spirits before, hoping that she could magically make everything better again.