The Sentinels two verses

The girl blushes immedeatly, her head shaking at the implied compliment. "I suppose-- but some people don't actually do their job. It's more than just border patrols and hunts," she continues. Aria leads on, pressing her nose to the ground occasionally to make sure they were headed in the right direction. She pauses, her nose crinkling as she looks around. The scents were distorted by the locusts, muddied with disgusting insect smells. She knows the forest well enough, but it's always nice to know the way around via scent as well. She pushes on.

"You have to be respectful, know your place in the pack and be mindful of everyone else's. Not everyone pursues trades either. Each wolf has a special talent-- something they can bring to the pack in order to better it. Those who only do the minimum of patrols and hunts are only barely doing their job," she explains, hoping she's making some sort of sense.