The Sentinels Day by day

It was difficult to paint Ghost in a positive light (she didn't really help herself by refusing to talk), but as Sam pondered the question, several more knocked his train of thought clean off its tracks. By the time Kirain got to puppy-snatcher, Sam was so conversationally overwhelmed that his rising panic only registered on the outside as a pair of raised brows. He hoped they said oh my,  what a thought! and not yep, that's me!.

He shook his head mutely at her final question and followed, head held so low that his face disappeared among the ferns. The tall trees that still remained had judgmental faces etched into their ancient bark, and the evergreens were picking up on the vibe.

You don't belong here, Sam. Puppy-snatcher.

Kirain found her luggage, and they set off to find an appropriate cache.

"I haven't seen Solenya," Sam said from Kirain's left flank."Where, uh.. where did you go?"