The Sentinels heart in hand

They discussed him – that he knew, but he was unable to focus upon the words given. Deirdre soothed him – his fiery eyes sought the pale form of his sister, his muzzle lifting as if to offer a gentle shake of his head. She need not fret so – this was only nature taking its course, and while he was young, he did not fear death.
 
He only wished he could do more.
 
Yet sweet little Dee, so sure that the famine would come to an end so soon. The return of the greenery indeed held promise – but it did not ensure the herds would return so swiftly. Yet she insisted she saw the track of a doe, and he allowed his muzzle to settle back to the ground, unable to answer despite his desire to. “You will fly so high, Dee,” he muttered then, a shiver coursing through his form once more as he would make to tuck the injured limb beneath him – to hide the fiend from his sisters watchful eyes.