The Sentinels wayward son

It felt like ages before someone came to the borders – had he felt more convinced that he had indeed found his family rather than allowed his heart to steer him, he would have released a howl to question them – to invite them to see him. But instead he waited with as much patience as he could muster, his dark form drifting from side to side every so often as his fiery eyes would gaze longingly toward the redwoods.
 
A pale form emerged then, green eyes studying the figure and while recognition was quick for him, despite how grown up she now looked, it did not seem as instantaneous for his sister. Yet his name fell from her lips, and his heart practically soared – his imagination had not led him astray, and it would seem his sanity was more or less intact. “Eilidh,” he rumbled, a full grin smoothing across his muzzle as he waited – her steps toward him still seeming hesitant.
 
Before he could speak again, a white form broke through the brush, a girl he did not recognize – youthful, with green eyes that seemed all too familiar. Even more surprising was the smile that broke upon her features at the sight of him, and her slender form bounding toward him. Casmir.
 
He welcomed the touch of the girl, but could not mask his surprise as she barreled in to him. He was knocked back a pace, his own tail creeping lower in submission as he cast her a sideways glance downward. “No, love, I’m not Casmir,” he offered, his ears flickering back to his skull. “But I’m his brother, Constantine.”
 
No sooner did he glance up at Eilidh for some assistance, did his eyes fall upon yet another stranger – this one a girl his age.. and her features downtrodden at his presence.