The Sentinels is it not our place to wonder, as the sky does weep with tears

there she was, slumped to the earth now, ears twitching only as insects hummed past her. though another sound alerted her to another wolf, and instinctively the growing child lifted her head up to seek the maker of the sound. her heart jumped to her throat as her emerald eyes caught on to the newest aspect of the forests landscape, and her ears flattened atop her head. from afar, the cub did not recognize him by sight. her own olfactory senses were not able to focus on one particular thing, and young and untrained as she was she could not pick one scent from the next. the world smelled of donnelaith, but her deep-rooted fear caused her rational to shift, and she imagined that in the air, the dry scent of salt was present that caused her eyes to sting and her throat to close. deirdre physically exuded the signs of stress, her furs lifting in an anxious bristle and her eyes round and large.