The Sentinels wargemont

she looked upward at him, slender jawline and tender throat revealed as he told her what he was doing. deirdre looked again to the earth, to his paws outlined from the soils dark kisses, and she let out in a sigh, i wish they would not dòmi, as my flowers had... they do this, where my flowers might have grown. i wish they would never have come at all! she mourned the loss of her friends, felt it too much, and it showed in her great passionate display. she knew nothing of hate, but the shadow of the feeling haunted her as she looked to the plague that had come for her loved ones. even so, the cub knew her flowers were not gone forever; their roots ran deep! they would return to her, and they would see one another again, some day.

deirdre moved to help renoir, sweeping her paw across the soft ground.