The Sentinels strapped down to something that you don't understand

She knew Sia would probably be worried right about now; she was supposed to return home from the sanctuary two days ago, and being the reliable sister she was, she always kept her promises to her older brother. She felt a little guilty that he would be wondering where she was, but she had to do this. She had made the decision to find the girl that had hurt Sia sometime on her journey back to the glacier and instead of making her way up the mountain, she continued north towards the coast. He had mentioned that she lived past blackfeather woods, so she assumed she would at the very least be able to find someone who knew her if she traveled far enough west. She chose to get there by going down the coast rather than crossing the mountains again, figuring it would be a little easier. It was actually not a very good plan, but her rage clouded her judgement. Rage that could only be quelled by blood. 

The malguk moved down the coast with a purposeful pace, not wanting to waste any time. She was so focused on her need to avenge her brother's broken heart and injured flesh, that she barely even gave notice to what was probably a very beautiful ocean. She soon came to a desolate and scorched part of the beach. As she moved through the dead, fire-blackened trees, she was met with the scent of another. Perfect, she thought. Time to see if someone could point her in the right direction. She would of course lie about her reasons for seeking out the female; no need to tip her off. Plus, what if this was a friend of hers? She surely wouldn't give her the correct information if she knew Taki planned to kick Ceara's ass. 

She followed the scent until she found the fire-red girl. With a chuff, she approached, dipping her head in greeting and coming to a stop a short distance from the other wolf.