The Sentinels you have my whole heart, you always did

tachyon had not returned to donnelaith to be idle: most days that he could, he was limping about, trying to redeem himself in the eyes of lasher. he was sullen as he committed his duties -- more sullen than he had been in the past -- but he committed them all the same. he had tried to save deirdre's small flower spot, the place he knew she cherished -- and haplessly he had secured only one stalk. that one stalk he would bring to deirdre -- he clutched it in his muzzle and trotted as quick as he could on his lamed leg. the bugs beset him during his progress, wild and teeming with plantlust -- with barks and growls he would shake his head abruptly, hoping to sway them off his trial as he made for the den the pups were secured in.