The Sentinels There once was a village

He nodded. There were. He had seen it. He briefly thought of the wolves of Sapphique who had been forced into prison. Who had been He was betting used and abused while caught. His stomach churned.

A soft laugh. Alright, thank you. I look forward to it.

And despite himself he realized he did. It had been awhile, but he was enjoying meeting others again.

Thank you that is nice to know. Grief can feel solitary.