The Sentinels I've got a lovely bunch of stroconuts

Ohello. :)

While she looked older than ever, Lucani was also in many ways rejuvenated — for she had been returned to her former worth, no longer a shaking piece of dead meat with fishscales in her teeth but a confident and hard-eyed contributor to the pack. She hunted, she patrolled, she scouted for remnants or beginnings of medical herbs. And now, nosing for frogspawn by the river, the huge twiggy female was called upon by a comrade.

She stood alert for a brisk second before taking to a softly galloping pace. And as she reached an ancient tree she had only seen once before, Lucani looked right into the face of Osprey... for the strangest moment. And then she knew this was not Osprey, but a big ebony male: very dissimilar to her ashen friend. She looked to Deirdre, the good soul. The coconut was a curious touch. Hello Deirdre — what happened? she asked calmly. Without some obvious trail of blood, asking the question was the fastest route to the answer.