The Sentinels Whispering words,

Thank god they’d managed to escape Wyclop’s wrath. Sunhawk was sure that crazy bitch would come to collect any moment. He kept glancing behind them, expecting the snarling visage of that single eyed banshee to come howling after them. 

She never appeared, which was well and good considering that he and Umbra were but a stones throw from death’s door. Around them the cliffs gave away to soft lolling dunes and columns of old trees. Sunhawk would not feel at ease until the cliffs were well and gone from the horizon. 

Ahead he saw a shape scurrying off. At first he felt his hackles lift, that this was a wolf from Wyclop’s unique circle of hell come to deal some damage. But the guy was skulking off after he had seen them — hey! Where the hell was he going? HEY, YOU! Sunhawk bellowed into the wind as he leaned against Umbra, supporting her grossly bent leg. HEY, GET BACK HERE AND HELP US YOU YELLOW BACKED WEASEL!! By now @Lionel was a shape in the distance, but Sunhawk had a voice that carried far.