The Sentinels eat sugar, stay up late, have a seizure

Unbelievable. Sam snorted, then flinched at the volume. "YOUR gods aren't doing very good job of proving they exist! Go Huldra!" he whisper-yelled, all while nudging her in a moose-less direction. Somewhere underneath the adrenaline, he too was tired.

The forest swallowed the heated back-and-forth between the two wolves as they picked their way through the undergrowth. A calmer bed waited for them, free from demons.

Fin!