The Sentinels better to reign in hell

She was learning, though feebly and slowly alone. She did whatever marking of the borders she felt necessary, she tried to catch the small prey that occasionally scurried about. She encouraged and aided all the small lives she felt beneath the earth. Some, she felt, would show soon. Rowan was on her way to find the dark specter when she saw him fall. 

She crossed the last few feet at a trot, nudging him gently as she laid next to him to support his form, nudging her white body beneath his to share her warmth with his. "Who shall I call?" She asked, reaching out in that silent way - more bold and daring than she had ever been in his company. She tried to gauge his sickness and what she could do to assist him.