The Sentinels Every word I say is kindling

Visala shook her head, quietly working away at widening the entrance. To her the sanctum had only been something temporary, a place to wait for her family. But her family hadn't come. Sam was still here though, and he was all she really had.

She hated the feeling of dirt in her claws, but she kept working through the quiet discomfort. We like the trees. A half lie, intended to mask her feelings for the sanctum. She knew it would probably hurt if she outright said the sanctum was a halfway point to her.