The Sentinels When you come and break my heart, free my blood.

“No!” Lotte protested, her broad muzzle snaking forth in a playful attempt to catch one of her twin’s paws. It wasn’t that Grayday had been unattractive by any stretch of the imagination, but the rapscallion’s infatuation with Arturo was still very new and it felt traitorous to speak of other beaux — even if they were not actually beaux — so soon after welcoming the Ceannasach’s courtship. She listened to Dagfinn’s description but couldn’t think of an appropriate title for Saena; Saena the Mommish didn’t really have quite the ring she was looking for. She tucked the idea away for a later day, along with the story of Grayday’s revolt against the crows. “I think I will leave this forest after winter,” she mused. “I thought I would find my kohtalo within these sequoias, but there is nothing to do here.”