The Sentinels And you want me to go without

When he found her, she was alone, and a heavy sigh of relief expelled from his lungs.  He wasn't sure what exactly he'd expected, but his brain wasn't exactly firing on normal cylinders.  He just knew he was happy to see her.  He chuffed a greeting, demeanor instantly shifting from intent search and high anxiety to cheerful excitement.  It was as though his mind had turned a complete 180, but he didn't stop to assess it.

The tantalizing scent on the air was foremost in his mind still, and so a nugget of caution was present.  Nature was in hold here, and even if they were mates, there was always a chance she would reject his presence.  It wasn't something he dwelled on, but he didn't exactly jump at her either.  Instead he took a quick walk, ears pushed forward in a friendly manner.