The Sentinels she learned how to smile with blood in her mouth

He felt his father’s presence before the man had drifted to view and scent. Lasher had a silent approach that remained formidable to the youth, and at the sight of his father then, Constantine tipped his muzzle down in a quiet greeting.
 
The she-wolf before them remained respectful enough, and the Mayfair’s amber eyes flashed with quiet gratitude – the last thing he had desired was for an altercation. She trained her gaze upon him, rather than the regal of the tall redwoods, and he allowed his muzzle to give a gentle nod to her words, feeling his heart sink – another mouth to feed?
 
And yet she could fish – perhaps one of the only options of prey they had left, given the larger game of their home had drifted elsewhere.. where the vegetation was fruitful. “I’m Constantine – this is Lasher, the Alpha of this forest.” Wit the introduction, the Mayfair tipped his muzzle in the direction of his father, allowing the druid to speak.