QUINNAT THARIAN
It wasn’t long before a bark sounded in response. Quinn drew himself up to his full height, his ears pricked forward and one paw hovering just off the ground. He wasn’t sure if the ferns actually parted before the massive man - had he been quite that towering when they’d faced Shifty and Enya? - but Quinn wouldn’t have been surprised. If he’d been a fern he would’ve folded himself in half to avoid being stepped on. But Quinnat was not a fern; he was a wolf, evidently one who had trouble living a quiet life, hence the conversation he wanted to have with Gabriel today.
He bobbed his head and offered a grim smile when the steel-horned Sentry had fully emerged. “Have you grown?!” the smaller wolf jested. Then his features grew serious.
“Likewise,” Quinn murmured, unsurprised that the other sentry wanted to discuss the trespassing incident. “I’ve been patrolling - haven’t seen anything else.” His tail swayed slowly but it stopped with what he said next: “I don’t think we’ve seen the last of them. Not by a long shot.” Quinn’s brow, usually lifted in excitement or curiosity, was fixed low in a frown. “We weren’t prepared yesterday.” His colourful feathers rustled. “I want it to be different next time. You want that too, right?”
He bobbed his head and offered a grim smile when the steel-horned Sentry had fully emerged. “Have you grown?!” the smaller wolf jested. Then his features grew serious.
“Likewise,” Quinn murmured, unsurprised that the other sentry wanted to discuss the trespassing incident. “I’ve been patrolling - haven’t seen anything else.” His tail swayed slowly but it stopped with what he said next: “I don’t think we’ve seen the last of them. Not by a long shot.” Quinn’s brow, usually lifted in excitement or curiosity, was fixed low in a frown. “We weren’t prepared yesterday.” His colourful feathers rustled. “I want it to be different next time. You want that too, right?”