The Sentinels resolve and resolution

Hoping for someone who knew of Lucani's illness — @Lasher @Osprey @Deirdre? ^____^

The poor remnants of ravaged leaves cracked beneath her large paws. Above those paws, the wolf was tall and graceful as she'd once been, but with a few stark differences. Lucani had recently been cured of a weeks-long illness that had fallen short of killing her, and the cure itself had been somewhat traumatic. Add to that the brink of starvation and she was now bony and coarse, hard muscles sticking out like spare ribs. But something else was different about her now too: there was a grim determination in her normally serene yellow eyes, and she stood with more strength and confidence than she had in over a month. For a couple of days ago she had caught and eaten a trapped rodent, a triumph for the woman who had been too weak to catch land animals for a long time. Death had been her constant companion, but now it was gone, leaving behind a hardened survivalist. Hungry, yes, but for more than just food.

Lucani had a small fish between her teeth, and its dull silver scales shone in the bright white light of the cloudless sky. The fish was not for her. She had caught it, yes, but she intended to give it away to a wolf of high rank (or to whomever they pleased). It was to be a sign that she was here, she was back, she was set entirely on being a strong and present creature of Donnelaith. Now and always.