The Sentinels these feelings

Lasher had given her a simple task - to serve them. And serve she did. The tall woman wasn't stocky, she was lithe, built for speed more so than the travelers stamina, but still she made the rounds to mark the borders early that morning. She paused at the base of a tree, a sensation running over her that beneath the earth there was something and she had to investigate. 

There, beneath the surface of the earth, was a little seedling. Tiny and frail, a secret to all, but Rowan could feel it. A few moments of intense thought, of effort given to such a tiny little sprite, and she didn't leave it's side. She could feel that energy changing, growing, getting stronger. She could help the pack, if she could help the tiny little bud. She took a few more moments before she continued on to the heart of the Forest, feeling more optimistic about proving her worth to the dark druid.