The Sentinels Your memory will carry on

pearl's howl arose from near the den, and lasher moved to meet her, pleasantly surprised to hear the white wolf's summons. he had considered the girl for some time now, mulling several things about in his mind, and when her pale frame came into view, the dark druid gave a low chuff, plume milling once in affability.

"pearl. why have you called?" he asked softly.