The Sentinels One love

It only took a moment for Dante to notice her, then beginning making his way over to Wildfire. As he came nearer, she quickly realized it was not Dante at all. The cold air wafted a scent her way and it belonged to a she-wolf, for starters. As the stranger closed the gap, Wildfire could make out her light, graceful build and narrow facial features. Nothing about her was familiar.

Her father had spoken of his sister often but he had never described her physically, except when regaling his pups with talk of their aunt's fleet feet. Wildfire had always pictured her as a long-legged wolf with black fur to match Peregrine's. So it did not occur to her that she might be looking at her aunt. As far as she knew, this was just one of Dante's pack mates routinely patrolling the borders and addressing the stranger lurking near them.

"Hello," the young adult called once the other wolf was within several yards. She bowed her head and kept her black tail limp behind her. "I come in peace," Wildfire said. "My name's Wildfire and I'm from Moonspear back that way. I was exploring nearby and decided to stop by and see if Dante was around. I actually thought you were him," she admitted with a small, sheepish smile.