The Sentinels Gift Of Love

His deep, lulling tones explained to her that the bird lived up in the branches of their home -- even further, he showed and told her about their nests -- like they lived the earth, like the seas of fish, and like the wonderous sky itself far above. Returning his smile eagerly, she stayed silent to ponder this new information. Her ears fanned forward as a bramble-colored bird flitted up and onto the edge of the empty nest, inspecting it for mere moments before fluttering up and out of the view of the little girl. 

                "Cas-teal, I wan' sleep in the tree."

Her words were decicive and matter-of-fact, and her shimmering eyes turned exitedly to the earthen warrior. It seemed perfectly logical for Cas to be able to wrap his legs around the trunk and carry her up, like it was something wolves were good at.