Heron Lake Plateau i can see a heart-sized hole inside this bottle, where i'm pondering a midnight swim

the sylph paused besides tegan, glancing upward at the mention of a sentry; towhee was right -- it would make little sense for the three of them to depart for a bloody foraging party, and leave the children vulnerable to attack. they were her children, therefore her duty to protect. caiaphas sullenly held her own ambition in check and nodded.

she would stay behind -- albeit reluctantly. with a grunt she motioned with a thin paw towards the band of summer sedge where the bobcat's scent had faded: "through there."

while she might have been disappointed to miss out on the opportunity to sunder whatever beast presented peril to her children, caiaphas was assured that the two other wolves took the pack's safety seriously. settling then not so far from the lip of the den, the she-wolf prowled, tense and alert for any call that came back her way.