The Sentinels reunion

The dancer watched as a hole was dug and as colors of an odd brilliancy flickered in the peering moonlight. She had never seen such a shine before! The gemstones were so utterly foreign, and they glinted like secret eyes in the dark, which surely hers did as the figure at last whirled to confront the spy.

Long Rain was not careful by nature. She stood in the open, head cocked, tail swaying low against her hocks. The other wolf had been so entranced in their digging that it had been quite easy to come this close without notice. The tall girl chuffed. Just curious. I mean no harm. Then, as an afterthought, she tacked on: If you have a shit on it, no one will dig it up.

She smiled as a beam of moonlight lit her face. Helpful, yes?