The Sentinels spirit-minder

Her worry for Sam had only increased as of late. He seemed erratic, and as much as she tried to encourage him to remain in the den she and Kirain had dug out he always seemed to wander off. It was impossible not to feel discouraged.

Today she had decided to make an attempt at pushing her worries aside and rest; stretched out over a rock with gentle breaths coming and going, eyes shut and tension released from her limbs. There wasn't much else to do today, the forest was remarkably quiet and Ghost wasn't keen on eating anymore mushrooms with Sam.