The Sentinels alphonsine

@Deirdre

The loss had hit them all hard. The guilt registered within Renoir acutely, and he could not bare to be near others now. The thought that his journey with Lasher had been their last time together - their final moments - and he had shared such intimate and secret things, only to have him taken! He knew it was foolish to think that had been the cause; there were many things going wrong around them all. The famine. The heat. Combined, there was little remedy for the Alpha — and yet still, Renoir blamed himself. Blamed his stories, his feelings, and knew not what to do with these immense sensations within.

He missed Lasher. He missed him as the rest did, and yet his guilt was inconceivable as well. So he hid from them. He hid from their judging eyes within the shadows of the trees, worming his way between them until he was somewhere new; somewhere he had never been where he could be alone. The pale boy stopped his running then. He collapsed among the fresh shoots of grass that had begun to pop up among the shadows, and without thinking of their significance, curled upon himself and began to cry.