The Sentinels i send my scourge, i send my sword

Emaleth was a sprightly imp, the panic had set in and it would seem no reason would come to her during her flight. Despite the hope that he had blocked her path, the girl skirted about him, and his hesitance was one that was brought forward only by his desire to not scare her, especially being so new in her life. His muzzle thrust down a second too late, missing her entirely as he would have clamped his jaws gently to her scruff -- and her dark form was gone within moments, swallowed by the cloud of locusts.
 
"Emaleth!" His voice called, stronger than before as it boomed through the woodlands -- but it would fade to barely nothing in comparison to the buzz of insects, and before he could move after her, Eilidh was at his side, her slender form nudging him for comfort, her command clear. A silver wolf had taken Deirdre right from the jaws of Aria, and Constantine's eyes flashed with mistrust to the man -- but his intentions remained good, and he gave a nod to his sister as she spoke, pulling him from the chaos.
 
The others sought shelter inside the den, and yet the black wolf stood upon the outside, his eyes staring out in to the mess of insects and darkness.. hope pulling at his heart that Eilidh would return swiftly, and with Emaleth in her company.