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

"It's my pleasure," Osprey dipped her muzzle politely in reply. So, the girl was of the Mayfair brood - a sister, a cousin? Too young to be an aunt or a parent, though you never knew with the wolf families. She would ask that later.

"They are good and well," she replied, keeping back the obvious fact that the three hungry critters were draining her more quickly than she was able to refill, what they had taken. It was a scary prospect, if the prey situation didn't improve in the near future. And the very idea of starving to death was so horrifying that she simply pushed it to the furthest corner of her mind, choosing to live one day at a time and hope for the best. 

"I would invite you to come and see them, but they are asleep at the moment. And god knows, when they are going to be this peaceful in the near future," she said with a laugh. "So you are a relative of Lasher's?"