The Sentinels and i hope that kindness comes your way

She didn't know what to expect from him, this weather-beaten wolf who clearly needed a good night's sleep. He was weak and weary, a combination that lent little strength to a wolf's resolve, and yet here he was, guarding their borders. When he stood, his eyes traveled over her frame, and she ducked her head in embarrassment. Was he judging her? Or simply observing? Either way, she felt her body grow hot under his stare, but she found it was not an uncomfortable feeling.

Then he stretched and broke his stare, which released her from her trance, and she smiled softly at his question. She shook out her own fur, the golden cast shining in the morning sunlight, as she bobbed her head. "Sure, you can help, if you want. It's called, um, wild onions, I think?" Eilidh thought back to her conversation with her mother, and while they talked about a few plants that might help Dante, this one seemed to be the most promising. "Do you know what that looks like?" While she hadn't seen it herself, Blue Willow had explained it well enough that she felt she might be able to find it easily, if it grew here at all.