The Sentinels wargemont

Her silence made him wary, but soon they were off together, and Renoir felt his nervousness ease from him. To even walk with the child was a blessing. To have her full attention, and be basking in it! Together they would search high and low for things which could aid the transition of the forest back to it's rightful state; he hoped they could bring about a blossoming, and though he told himself his desire was solely to see the pale girl happy, he coveted this time with her. 

Come, Monet, he thought wildly, Let us adventure together like we used to! I shall bring you flowers and you will love me again - his thoughts were caught by a sudden jerk of his leg against a tree root, and down went Renoir, a bundle of sunny limbs and flying fur, as he lost his balance and tumbled in to a dip of soil. This was not what he hoped to find — and to have the adventure cut short so soon! As he flopped uselessly to his side, the boy looked for the pale girl as one might seek the moon, watchful from the small pit he had discovered.