The Sentinels recurve

Sif didn't know much, but she knew oath, and she knew always. These words appealed to her in their own way. She wanted something solid, something real - but part of her felt that Kingfisher had not known her long enough to be extracting promises. She blinked at him, and for a moment, saw not her long-lost brother, but a stranger from another world. She thought of Wardruna and Poet, and even the sullen Addie.

Solid. Real.

Without another word, Sif turned and began to trot away, her paws taking her quickly from the scene. Isengrim could stay or go - she just needed to get home already. The dark girl had been gone long enough, and the sea would still be here when she returned. Hopefully, Kingfisher and his oaths would be gone.