The Sentinels We're one, but we're not the same

She was set on keeping her word to Lasher that she was to be productive, that she would hold the ideals of her pack upright. She would weather this storm as a young witch only to be brought into the coven properly and really and truly grow for the first time in her young life. The things her mother had kept from her would no longer be secrets. She would come to understand all. Rowan licked her lips, the tiny little mouse dangling by it's tail as she brought it to the Beta's doorstep. She let out a soft chuff in greeting, not wanting to sneak up on the sunbathing mother. 

"Ma'am? -" It was then that she realized she had not heard Osprey's name from her lips. She laid the mouse down for her, offering a bow of her head politely. She could feel them, the little pups living - thriving - just inside the whelping den. Though it seemed they should not, they were growing and for that, Rowan was glad.