The Sentinels i'll say what this means to me, i'll do what i can

any! on the borders of DL

with the boon of food in her stomach caiaphas swung south, tracing down the lengthy strand. clutched in her jaws was the meager proferring of deer haunch, a recent spoil of saltwinter's good fortune. she had not seen lasher in some time and oddly enough, wished for his company. she wished to tell him of her pups -- lusca's pups -- she wished for the first time in her life to confide all of her worries to her one true friend.

as she came along the border she noted lasher's scent was faded and at first worried donnelaith no longer held the wilds; settling the mangled haunch to the ground the coywolf set back her head in a lilting howl for lasher, and lasher only.