The Sentinels few and far between

She was milling about, unsure, thoughtful, when a call broke the stillness. Eigma turned her head sharply, her ears pivoting; but she need not look far, as a stranger was approaching. Initially she thought it was Dante. The stranger had a similar build and tone, but when they were nearer, Eigma noticed the slight difference in her scent. She did carry Dante's scent with her, draped across her like a fine perfume, but this was a wholly different being.

Hello, she called out to the other, letting the thoughts in her head drift away for the time being. If this woman was a friend of Dante's, she knew she could be trusted. Then again, any wolf of Donnelaith could be trusted - they were her allies, her family, now. Eigma smiled as peacefully she could, studying the other woman with calm detachment before closing the distance herself. Doing a patrol? I see I'm not the only one eager for the pirates' demise. for the sooner the coastal raiders were gone, the sooner the wolves of Donnelaith could wander.