The Sentinels The pain passes, but the beauty remains.

Renoir might have noticed Osprey, but she caught the sight of him the moment he moved to examine, what looked like a bush of flowers. With one last glance at the sleeping cubs, just to make sure that it would be alright to leave them for a moment, she approached the male quietly. Her demeanour friendly and a little concerned too. For it had not gone unnoticed to her that this handsome man had been, what one would call a sad potato a week or two earlier, when they had done the scavenger hunt. The fact that he did not seem to have improved, worried her. No one should be unhappy for very long.

"Can I help you?" she asked, when she had come within hearing distance, and smile encouragingly at the man.