The Sentinels i send my scourge, i send my sword

The screams.The cries of terror. The absolute desperation of screaming wolves. Kurai was part of this storm. This storm of noise, of bites, a storm of crunchy insects, clinging to every beautiful pelt in Donnelaith. No, Kurai would not scream or cry, because his cries would affect the future, the present, and the past. Cause' they were all one, every moment was the past, yet also happening, so the present, but always ahead of the last one, so the future. He was not going to twist time by crying, they would simply swarm into his mouth. He kicked out his long, elegant back legs at the clouds, and they nipped him. His pretty fur was being pecked at by the damned locusts. Where was the moondragon now? He wanted to be near Tsuki the blue in this moment, but she was far far away.