The Sentinels cemetery and sundown

blue willow had disappeared. the famine continued. his own health was failing, and though his ranks were filled, lasher despaired of donnelaith's continued existence. it was easy, too easy, to fall into contemplation of every failure he had undergone thus far.

peregrine's presence was a small sliver of silver; lasher trekked through the bare wood after a brief moment of grooming that did nothing for his tired visage. "@Peregrine," the druid murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips as he emerged into the small clearing occupied by the medic-den as well as the pack's two healers.