The Sentinels lavender's blue, dilly dilly

Joining! Not sure if there's room, but Donnelaith is my first choice for Goldhawk so I'd like him to try out anyway, even if it means being rejected due to lack of space. ^___^

♪ Oh I’ve marched ‘cross mountains high as clouds
an’ sploshed through rivers deep,
through sandy shores an’ forest shrouds
an’ lost my beauty sleep. ♪

A pleasant, cheery voice heralded the presence of the singer, who was making his way up a long brown-green hill dappled with morning sunlight. The voice came first, then the wolf. This was Goldhawk, a warrior bard with a lavish coat and jolly disposition, mid-travel as he ventured onwards to find his fortune.

♪ So as the future draws in close
an’ as horizons near,
I’m followin’ my good ole nose
… but what is that I hear? ♪

Goldhawk's long ears perked up straight, and one forepaw hovered in mid-air as he paused. A wolf howl... he heard it, distant and yet not-so-distant. It wasn't a very important howl, with little messaging in it — perhaps it was one wolf summoning another, or the call for a small hunt. But it meant one significant thing: a wolf pack was near. Potential was imminent.