The Sentinels new worlds built from ashes

he flinched inwardly at her admission to her well-being, and solidly he stood before her, his mind whirling. This was not how it was supposed to be -- she was not meant to shoulder the full responsibility and hope her home did not crumble before her.. their father's legacy.
 
Nor was their father's legacy meant to be handed over to the wolves of the seas, which is what he now wondered had happened -- did Deirdre rule, or did she simply accept their neighbors and their decisions? Their scent was thick in the air, and he worried that she had basically allowed them free reign within her home. "What do you mean, Dei? Are the pack's numbers in danger?" He peered at her worriedly -- and knowing without thought that he could not be in two places at once (by the side of Eilidh, and by the side of his youthful sister) it did not take rocket science to determine where he was needed more -- if she would have him. "I'll come home, Deirdre. One more member to aide in hunts. Eilidh and Aria are fine in Moonspear.. it's a large pack."