The Sentinels Time gets distorted when

Edited for many writing errors that were painful to look at. ._. I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF.

It had taken her longer than she had anticipated, but when she saw the ancient sequoias looming grandly in the distance she knew she would soon reach her destination. Her mahogany gaze burned brightly as a small smile slowly slid across her face in quiet, happy reception of the warm invitation they seemed to extend to her. The great trees made her feel like she was going home, curiously enough, and she was suddenly struck by an intense longing for the giant redcedars she had grown up among. It would soon be a year since she had left them behind.

The afternoon sun was only just beginning to descend, casting its first shadows of The Sentinels towards the east. She didn’t dare venture further when her location was confirmed with her far off sense of Donnelaith’s borders. It would never be her intention to further strain relations between her pack and theirs, but she would not be able to leave without an answer to the question she’d brought with her. With a long howl, tipped with amicable invitation, she beckoned someone to join her beyond their wooded boundaries. If no one answered or if she was chased off, Sassafras would simply try again another day.