The Sentinels same old lessons

she spins to face him with unbridled fury, her question rough and demanding. kjalarr's ears flutter back, cerulean gaze rapidly taking her in to decide if he was in immediate danger of being attacked or not. i wasn't laughing. kjalarr replies simply; calmly. she certiantly had the temperment to match his brother, if memory served him correct. there are safer places to slumber, the northman speaks. perhaps places that are not where my bay's herd likes to dwell.