The Sentinels 12:51

Eilidh wasn't exactly the definition of a patrol. She was petite and slim, and her fur belied her true stature. Her gossamer coat was thick with winter's warm layer and her emerald eyes shone in the bright sunlight, though the canopy of the Sentinels created a patchwork of shadows beneath them, covering her body in patches of sun and shadow. The girl was actually looking for some herbs, bark, or berries to replenish her mother's healing den (which was quickly becoming hers, as well), and the search took her farther out toward the border than she knew. The movement of the grey and red woman ahead caught her attention, and instinctually the girl's fur stuck out a bit further and she stood up straighter as she approached the other.

"I wouldn't come any closer," she said softly, though power and conviction underlined in her tone. "You are nearing the borders of Donnelaith, the pack that resides beneath these Sentinels. I am Eilidh, first daughter of the alpha pair." Eilidh straightened then, hoping her still-girlish nature would be lost upon this stranger. She tried to mask her youth with stern words and looks, and kept her body as still as she had seen her father's become during times of stress. There was no fidgeting to be seen today, and she hoped her Pappa would be proud. "How may I help you?"