The Sentinels an invocation

Again I'm being lazy lmao - pls assume he's speaking creole!

Her response made him nod, thinking fondly of what may come to pass - of what sorts of shapes, colors, and textures the forest would hold. Renoir was about to respond when he heard the oncoming steps of another, and turned his head sharply, expecting to see the charming father that lorded over Donnelaith; he was so hasty that he did not realize it was Constantine, even after the friendly shoulder-bump, which sent a strange sensation down Renoir's back.

Ah, you have made it -- Miss Rowan, this is Lasher, master of Donnelaith -- He was so flustered that he did not even look at Constantine, and made the mistake easily. With a slight bow he welcomed the dark wolf and then looked between the two of them - from dark to light to dark - and hoped to watch their introductions; yet midway through his glances he realized this was a younger beast, and his build was rugged but not so fine-boned. This was not Lasher at all!

Oh, my apologies, the boy blurted, his ears standing straight up for a moment before falling back against his golden head - This is his son, I am so sorry - they are so alike, Renoir gulped and sort of danced in place, his blue-eyed gaze jumping between the two of them and gradually dropping until he was staring at his paws, feeling absolutely awful for the blunder. In the back of his mind though, he wondered why he felt so disheartened by the realization.