The Sentinels mother earth and father time

There was almost a kind of beauty in the burned trees. A smile crept across Sonder's muzzle in a brief moment of contentment as he spotted a small bit of greenery growing from beneath one of the fallen logs. The forest would grow back - it would be big and beautiful and healthy again, someday.

If anyone asked, Sonder would deny that a smile had ever crossed his maw. He was sad and broody and nothing in the world could change that, thank you very much.

He was blissfully unaware that he was being stalked.