The Sentinels Two more is too many

two males, twinning their voices in a howl of summons. lasher did not immediately arrive -- he took a meandering route, pausing by the whelping den to deliver a meal of small fishes to blue willow. when he had ended his meeting with her, the glen-man approached the borders. there was a massive wolf clad in ashen hues, joined by a smaller, intricately marked counterpart. lasher sensed they sought entry into his lands, but a hidden glissade of warning reminded him that, in addition to the fullness of their ranks, the large wolf wore a commanding air.

"hello," the druid greeted the pair, drawing himself to height with raised plume. his gaze, though not unfriendly, swept between the two young males, silently requesting their reasons for being upon his territory fringes.