The Sentinels to hate my enemies

it would change; as surely as the moon and sun rose and fell. and the change would be unusual and unpredicted ...but for now, content and stormbound was wintersbane's reality. see you later, tahoe. wintersbane responds to the other man's half-mumble. when tahoe is gone, wintersbane returns to the task at hand: following and mentally mapping the grazing patterns of the herd(s).