The Sentinels And you want me to go without

Throwing him in early ;) hehe.  Vaguey vague in case anyone else stumbles in!!

Dante had never felt like this before and was thrown for a loop the moment he'd awoken and caught traces of his mate's change.  Instantly the overwhelmingly intense need to be with her rose up, rearing its somewhat ugly head with traces of a jealous possessiveness that was completely alien.  

He knew what a draw this time was to males both in and outside the pack and he knew he couldn't stand the thought of her accepting that sort of attention to its fullest extent from anyone else.  Last year came to mind and it filled him with even more intensity.  No way.

Practically thrumming with protective (and perhaps overly agressive) energy, he left to seek her out, following her trail as it wound through Donnelaith.  She was a wanderer, and this had never bothered him remotely before.  Now, however, he couldn't stand the idea of her venturing out alone.  It was a lack of trust that stemmed entirely from instinct and one he could not control.  Once it took him in its claws he was unable to resist.