The Sentinels And if the house just keeps on winning

arcturus knew little of osprey -- but he imagined, whoever osprey had been, she must have been a wonderful and very special wolf to make not one, but two admirable women. he kept this sappy sentiment to himself, though a soft smile hung the corner of his lips.

a story of seafoam wolves? his ears pricked in interest. one of the things arcturus liked most about wraen, was that she was not afraid to tap into her imagination. arcturus was not an imaginative wolf; he lived with his feet firmly rooted to the practical world -- it both awed and inspired him the endless lengths of creativity wraen (and maia) seemed to unravel at her own disposal.

"that's not silly. it sounds interesting." arcturus murmured genuinely. "what is their story? are they religious wolves, do they believe in gods? do they like land dwellers like us? and what drives them?"