The Sentinels an invocation

he had not seen the golden man since their last meeting, and so he wondered if renoir is better left alone. the druid did not wish to drive away an able body -- and on that note he thought of lucani. he would indeed seek her out and see how she fared. for now, the howls of summons rose upon the dry air for him, and he lengthened his stride from an amble to a lope, noting ironically that it was the gilded wolf who called him.

he came upon the end of renoir's unsure words -- he spoke the accented french, and he glanced curiously to the fine-featured tall woman who stood at their gate. touching the golden wolf's shoulder and exchanging a nudge with his returned son, lasher came to stand alongside constantine. "il était ma fortune que nous assortissons," he murmured amusedly, hoping to dispel the tension. 

"quel est votre nom?" lasher asked after a moment, turning his attentions fully to their visitor. donnelaith was all but full -- yet she seemd familiar in an odd way.