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

Rowan gave a soft smile as she watched her. She was not very good with most people, often coming off as cold and distant, but she was trying. Lasher had bid her to do so, and so she was. Osprey ate the the mouse and though she couldn't provide more for the young mother she did offer what she had. Rowan took a seat not too far off, tail curling around her long legs, tucked neatly against her paws. 

"Rowan, ma'am." She said evenly. No fault in not catching it - she hadn't been loud anyways. "Rowan Mayfair." She said politely. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Osprey." She was curious of course about the puppies - thriving and growing, the world encouraging them to do so. "How is the family fairing?"