The Sentinels Make the clock reverse

Thank you. Kirain is even moreso.

She saw the way the tension melted and, for a moment, it seemed the girl would bloom fully. But, the silence lasted too long, and she wilted, the light in her eyes leaving as quickly as it had come.

Solenya’s own face fell into sympathy, verdant eyes meeting silver orbs in a silent giving of strength and understanding. We all have a purpose in life, something useful to offer others. If hunting is not where your gifts lie, that is okay. She left the water then, closing the distance and stopped just short of the trinkets that sat in the dirt before the white female.

Give me a moment, let me find something for you.

She left then, her paw steps silent as she disappeared over a fallen log.

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Off in the distance, there was a squeal, a scuffle—then silence. Solenya returned, a river otter clutched in her teeth. The poor thing had been caught traveling through the underbrush, trying to make its way to water.

Reaching Kirain, she plopped the carcass down, carefully avoiding the gifts. Please, she nosed the carcass, eat. It is not much, but it’ll do for now.

Another trip to the bank, she dipped her paws and wiped her nuzzle free of the otter’s blood.