The Sentinels all hope in eclipse

earlier that morning tachyon had revisited the first place he had ever encountered sweet eilidh; wearily he had ruminated the fruitless soil for any sign of the onions she had spoke of. his search was in vain and he was about to return empty-handed when dante's call tore through the air. the tone was unmistakable; tachyon felt a chilling fear seize him.

he made for the group as quick as his exhaustion could take him -- and when he came upon them his worst fears became realized. his heart flew to his throat and he tried to choke back the burn and bile that overtook him; with a whimpering crawl he slid on his belly towards his alpha, his ears flat to his skull in worry. the others would be of more use than him -- he was too weak to fetch anything and too exhausted to do more than sorrowfully lick the prominent ridge of lasher's broad forehead. he laid aside the prone form of the russet druid as quiet sobs consumed him.