The Sentinels Bravery only means something to those afraid of death.

The snap of a stick awoke Raleska sharply from her dream: of eddying pools, and a distant phantasmal blue light. 

She remained frozen under the screen of a deadfall, her long ears strained and her heart beating roughly in her chest as she listened. 

Whatever was lurking, it was close. Could it not hear the pounding of her heart? The rash of her heavy breath?

Raleska’s jaws snapped shut and she hunkered fearfully down, her yellow eyes searching through the darkness for whatever beast it was that swung its path near.