The Sentinels (they call it lonely digging)

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his sister soon appeared and Cas' brow furrowed to see how quiet she had become. gone was the dancing child who had greeted him even at the boundaries of Silver Creek — Deirdre, while beautiful, having grown into womanhood, had lost the glitter that had inspired the light of her verdant eyes. upon the heels of her invitation, Cas stepped forward to nudge into the pale softness of her ruff. "i'm so sorry, sis."
sorry for leaving, for the fact Connie and Eilidh and Emaleth had all left, had all abandoned this girl to shoulder what she believed to be her father's legacy, and press on. the boy fell into step alongside her, a smile wreathing his own muzzle. he was, after all, just as happy to see her as ever.[/tr][/td][/table]