The Sentinels on the pacific

she was respectful -- taltos appreciated this deeply. "welcome, lucani. i am lasher, ruler of donnelaith." he watched her for a moment, allowing the seawinds to comb through their pelts -- the druid settled himself before her and lay his tail o'ertop his forepaws, basking in the quiet communion between the ashen wolf and himself.

"the sea. that i can provide," he murmured at length, turning his eyes past her to the greyish lap of the waves upon the sands. "what can you bring us in return?" she seemed hale. strong. again, the need for brawn had perhaps come, though this stirred into sickness lasher's peaceful nature.