The Sentinels I've never wondered if I was afraid

At the blurry sight of Dante-- who speeks deep words with confidence that Terance has never seen before-- the young babe straightens his squirmy, fluffy body and opens and closes his mouth furiously. The only thing that escapes his tiny jaws are a series of cute, squeaky 'awo's, and are sure to impress nobody but maybe Wrean. His father pulls him close, interrupting his display of mock masculinity. Although the tiny thing wants to protest, he finds the warmth of the large brute far more comfortable than the open, and refrains from crying. Instead, he returns to copying sounds his father makes, leaving the den to be filled with high pitched squeaks and yips that sound nothing like words.