Sentinel on the Trail

Her skepticism was obvious, but at her question, he couldn’t help the rich laugh that escaped with his words, “Ho-ho, no. Not nearly like that. That was one of the most bizarre days of my life.”

She was again suddenly wary as his suggestion settled on her ears, but the man was patient. However the mention of food brought a wholly positive reaction. She must not have eaten recently, and he twisted his head about, nudging open the flap of one pouch and pulling out a packet made from thin leather.

He set the packet at her paws, shifting back to give her room as he tugged a loose strip of the same meat from the pouch, the offer of the unopened package clear.

He chewed, half smiling at her remark and responding, “I do my best.”

At her more boldly spoken question, he shrugged. “My Spirit was getting that look again, and I was recently promoted. She wanted me to take a vacation of sorts before I take up my full duties. She’d have booted me out to go exploring if I waited too much longer.”

Fondness warmed his already genuine features and voice, and he chuckled on the last statement.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think