The Sentinels Whispering words,

Sunhawk turned to the fluffy stormcloud to his right. She was still upright and angry, good - that meant she was still alive. He grinned and offered a shoulder. He was only ever so slightly jealous that Lionel got to go ahead with Maia while he limped along with Grumba, but things weren't all bad. They'd managed to escape Wyclops alive for the most part, that counted for something.

"Aightles, off we go." Sunhawk began to move. It was hard to ignore the cute flouncing of Maia's tail so he looked elsewhere, just hoping that their camp was not too far from here. His ribs were starting to complain loudly and Umbra needed rest.