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

Rowan did smile then, although she was awkward and uncertain when it came to puppies. Her experience was only with the various cousins that gave their broods - prolific as their family was. She licked her lips, hearing that the children were well was good. "I wouldn't dream of rousing the little ones, then." She said with a small laugh. "A cousin, I am unsure of how distant. There seems to be a great split - a clan that went south, far south, and from them I eventually grew." She explained. 

Rowan glanced back behind her, peering though she could not see towards the pups that lay behind. "Have you been here long?" She asked curiously - expecting it was at least long enough for her pups to be born, though it was hard to tell how long before then.