The Sentinels this is the face i wear treading the riptide

the lovely youth observed him with a small, pretty grin; the pale girl permitted, with pleasure, his example upon her and felt what he meant. her paws were soft from only months--in contrast to years--of use, and the use had been upon soft, downy earth that had been kind to her as she was to it. the forests chosen one hmmd gently as she looked to ospreys precious cub, and nodded. i feel what you mean, she informed, and knew that when tongues were dry it did not bode well for health. in this case it was perhaps different, as he had done what he could to dry it. but perhaps now he wished to wet it again, and she would soon find out. do you thirst, terance?