The Sentinels Whispering words,

lionel tried not to show his gloating pleasure as sunhawk sided with him. maia's suggestion was kind; he would have liked to travel with her, if only to look at her pretty face a longer time. but the surly wounded woman was in no position to go any further than up a few more trails, if he had to guess.
"he's gotta rest his bones anyway," the stag smirked, unable to resist taunting sunhawk a bit due to the boy's good nature. "lead on, maia." a nice name, rounded and promising and feminine. 
also he had wanted to say it, before sunhawk did. he could not help his inward rivalry.