The Sentinels In this burning house

She was off again well before he had hauled himself to his feet. Even with the low lighting of their evening, at least this time it wasn't hard to keep up with her, the distance between them not nearly enough to worry him. The woodland they had delved into had caught his eye towards sunset, but he would have never entirely guessed that somewhere in its depths it had housed a pack.

But there was a pack there, the strong markings and weary signs along its wandering border were distinct. In the middle of it all, he found Larkspur left to contemplate her own decisions as he sidled up alongside of her. He had been just about to nudge her to make her summons when he also heard the sound of someone approaching. At least, he assumed they were approaching them.

If this was Donnelaith they had stumbled upon, he wondered just who they would be found by.