The Sentinels Every word I say is kindling

A den? Have you two not picked yours out yet? Kirain’s ears perked, a small spark of purpose flickering through the fog of her guilt. I’d be happy to help.

She padded forward, giving the burrow’s entrance a sniff before pawing lightly at the dirt. It was clear Sam wouldn’t fit in its current state, but that was an easy enough fix.

Lowering her head, Kirain began to dig in earnest, paws pushing aside old debris and loosening the packed earth. She worked methodically, pulling out clumps of roots and smoothing the floor as she went, her tail giving a soft wag behind her. It felt good, needed, to do something helpful again.