The Sentinels see no evil, speak no evil

She was impish in nature for a larger she-wolf – the grace of her paws captivating as she danced forward to nudge the tip of her nose to his mouth as if reiterating her words. He was surprised by the touch – felt the bolt of electricity shoot through him as the beautiful girl pulled back, but instead he rolled his shoulders back, relaxing and allowing his fiery eyes to fall more gently upon her.
 
To say he was not captivated by her purely was a lie – and while it was her metallic and gentle beauty that drew him, her culture was what preened at his mind more – he found her just as intoxicating as he had Tartok, during his time with them. “In Donnelaith, no – we’ve nothing to hide from our comrades. Though my sister’s newly formed alliance with the wolves of Blackrock Depths has perhaps introduced a new need to.” He didn’t know why he was sharing this with her – but her discussion of lingering in the shadows had certainly stirred his mind in the direction of the wolves who had nestled cozily at their doorstep.