The Sentinels To the lepers in your head

when osprey beckpedaled, deirdre flinched and pressed against the earthen mouth of the den, slipping into it much like an eel. i'm sorry! she whispered, darting nearer to the elder to lap worriedly at her friends chin, tail waving apologetically between her legs. when osprey spoke next, deirdre stepped backward and sat thoughtfully for a moment.

children??? deirdre asked; for she had never met a child, and was not all too aware that she herself was one, still. and what was she doing? i was sleeping, deirdre admitted, whats treasure?? she had never been hunting for such a thing before!