The Sentinels On the right track

Lasher accepted graciously, as was the usual case, to Dante's grateful relief. He hadn't truly been that anxious, but a part of him had wondered if Lasher might prefer their borders closed to all of Peregrine's kin - those who still acknowledged him, that is. But of course the noble alpha was above that sort of petty recourse. It felt ridiculous even considering otherwise now.

"So you have met her?". This was a surprise to him, but Lasher did travel. It wasn't so odd he would have crossed her path. Blue Willow wandered less frequently, but he wondered if she too would have had the pleasure. Had things been different, they and Blue's own pups might have been raised cousins, but perhaps even close as siblings. An odd thought.