The Sentinels and i hope that kindness comes your way

When he revealed he knew what wild onions smelled like, Eilidh smiled warmly and wagged her tail. "Well, that's more than I can say! I've never seen or smelled them, at least not that I can remember." She shrugged softly. She was young and most of her life here in these woods had been spent in the winter, so she didn't feel any shame in admitting that. "What do they smell like?" she asked, inviting him to follow her with a motion of her muzzle.

Then she set off again at her leisurely pace, nose ducked to the loamy earth. She hoped maybe they would be able to find some of this onion stuff, but if not, there was always another day. "I'm Eilidh, by the way. You're Tachyon, right?" She had heard his name from her father, she was sure, or perhaps someone else. Either way, she knew his name, and was certain he was a valuable addition to their pack, despite his gaunt appearance and recent joining.