The Sentinels my heartbeat could tell you it's urgent

no prob! skipping dee and con w permission!

malachi pressed forth, submitting fully to lasher, but the man could muster no sorrow, no sympathy within his heart. their ranks were filled with starving wolves; he himself saw no clear way for donnelaith's survival in the face of this silent and ongoing pestilence. he could not admit malachi for that reason alone, but moresow was the continued betrayal of his pack and himself.

a kinder side of taltos would have found some role for malachi to play among them, but he had nothing and would offer nothing. "go your way," the druid growled with finality; his children would support him in this he knew.