The Sentinels but the well is dry

But Sam would not hear it – he shook his head, imperceptibly at first, then enough for a little wind to tickle her whiskers. "I want to," he insisted. "I want to be.. " Important? The right word would not come, and when contorting his face did not produce anything new, Sam left the unfinished seam of words to unravel.

Fortunately, Ghost had put the awkward moment to good use. Sam's eyes widened at the sight of what was surely the sanctum's heart tree. "That’s it. That has to be it. So lumpy." He touched a paw to the rippling bark, then loosed a loud, lung-clearing HOOOO-ah sound. "OK. OK OK OK. Now you just bite a little bit of my ear off, we bury it, Huldra is happy, and we're safe." No biggie.