The Sentinels You say... love is a temple

This looked too lonely!

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Thunder. It crackled and growled in ways that urged the pup to remain clustered with her siblings in an effort to survive the tremor running down the walls of their den. She was frightened of it, and even more-so frightened by the absence of both parents, but she denied the compulsion to hide deeper in the shadows and remained in the comforting company of her littermates.
 
A sigh of relief escaped her with Osprey's galloping approach...and although she was still frightened by the mystery beyond the den mouth it was the strange scent of rain that drew Wraen forward from her comfortable nesting spot next to Terance and Sarah.
 
"Mama?" she inquired, her tone light and her face apprehensively curious, before a round of thunder sent her skittering beneath her mother's belly so that she could press her face against the silken hairs of her protector.