Sentinel’s chest swells with one of nature’s great boons. To him, there is nothing as refreshing in autumn than its crisp, chill air. He lets it all out in a hot huff, ending the moment with a wide smile. He looks over to his best friend, Snowy Silvercast, telling him how wonderful the air is and invites him to partake. Snowy grins back and closes his eyes, sharply drawing in through his nostrils. Only a second passes before a tickling sensation hits his nose. It is a surprise boop from an orange leaf. He scrunches his lips and parts his wings as the leaf sticks to him like a balloon to a vacuum. Sentinel laughs at the silly sight, his voice echoing throughout the autumn woods that surrounds them in a myriad of the sun’s hues.