The Sentinels You say... love is a temple

"Hey, little one," Osprey greeted her youngest daughter, looking down at the small figure with loving gaze and admiring that, despite the shortage of food (though - thanks to Dante's valiant efforts, she got to eat something almost every day), the girl was steadily growing into a lovely, little wolf. The fear of losing any of the trio to the famine was still strong in her mind, but she strongly believed that they would make it through. All things - great or bad - come to an end at some point. So would this too. 

"Sometimes I wonder, if it would not be easier to be like plants, feed on ground, water and sunlight. Would you want to become a flower?" she asked Wraen with a smile. Wraen did not reply right away - she did not at all and Osprey forgot about this idea alltogether, when she began to play with the girl. Soon after the other two woke up, eager to catch up anything that they could have missed.