The Sentinels I'm a little turned around

Her tail flipped eagerly as not-Deirdre called for another, still certain that anyone from Donnelaith could never mean harm. Without much thought, she answered the girl's questions - though she kept her King's business to herself.

"Yes, I live in Stavanger - with my mate and his brother. Noble men with a love for the sea," she said brightly, returning to her usual, garrulous self. This wolf would help her; she was about to get back home from this terrible journey! "Deirdre knows them, too," she added, wondering if the two were at all related, or if possibly Donnelaith only accepted white wolves into their ranks. "She helped me once, when I was weak."

The scrappy female was distracted, however, at the appearance of a dark-furred wolf. She started appreciatively at him for a moment before remembering herself and ducking her head. Her tail flipped behind her in a friendly manner as she looked specualtively between the two. So not just white wolves, then, she thought with a soft huff. Huh.