The Sentinels our wretched hearts are tangled but our trembling hands won't intertwine

deirdre had been searching donnelaith, mingling with the growing plants and singing to them. she continued to work her magick so that they would further grow, and her heart was full to know the earth was at last returning to them. her hunger was difficult to ignore, but she was certainly the least hungry of any wolf in this famine. she, emaleth, and osprey were looked after. deirdre wished that others would be more selfish to ensure their own survival, but understood her father asking of his wolves what he did as he had explained it to her: she and emaleth were the future, for they were children. osprey had children too, now, though how she was not sure--nor was she really sure what that meant.

deirdre hums a melody through the forest, and in her own tiredness she nearly missed the presence of the other. she paused for a moment, her green eyes landing upon the wolf who blended well with her surroundings, and then they fell upon the fish. deirdre behaved as though she did not see it, and the lovely youth looked away for a moment, the only encouragement she could give to the other to eat it herself.