The Sentinels her ghost in the fog

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lasher was distraught. very few seemed pleased with aria's recent promotion. add to that the open and obvious dissent between herself and behati. he of course had heard of what had transpired, and he knew he must take the adolescent wolves aside and talk to them firmly. for now, he traversed the borders with some semblance of tiredness plaguing his features. much had transpired and the sense of it all had come to weigh heavily upon his shoulders.

donnelaith was his home, and taltos truly intended it to be a shelter for all those who needed such in the darkness of their lives, but the strife that now riddled his ranks discomfitted the ruler, and presently he sought the solace of the no-wolf's-land just beyond his border.

it was at this moment that a soft and girlish call rose for the leader -- he paused momentarily before he drew himself toward the sound. the vision of a dark young wolfess grew before his eyes, sparking a strange familiarity within the soul of the druid. 

eilidh had arrived first, and aria, presumably with behati not far behind her. they congregated 'round the newcomer until the alpha of donnelaith stepped forward. lasher felt no words come to his tongue; he stood before the ebonfurred child with a warm expression upon his visage, inviting her to speak. he knew her, and yet he did not.