The Sentinels I dream about her, but we have never met

"you are our family, dear one," lasher rejoined simply upon the heels of saena's decline. it was a relief to hear that they were guarded, that her wolves were protected for the moment -- he, having no idea of what had transpired between herself and her former mate, hoped fervently that the unassuming reek had mustered a ferocity within himself.

lasher settled himself upon the loam and invited her to do the same. they would not be disturbed here -- his eyes found her face and his ears preened forward concernedly. "tell me of it all," he murmured. a thought came to him -- he spoke quickly. "but first -- have you eaten?" if she had brought her wolves so far and so fast, surely she had not, and he would not send her home with an empty belly.