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

There was a sudden shift in her emotions - where she had been nervous before to speak of such things, Osprey emboldened her, the pale woman lifting her head a notch as she settled in those feelings. Her grey eyes were full of warmth and her tail curled demurely around her limbs, a pleasure in her as the woman accepted her. "You flatter me," She responded in kind, watching the woman - and beyond her, feeling the children that worked so hard to keep alive. 

"They have earned it - the pack shows their strengths." Rowan could feel it in the very essence of it's wolves; each was strong, of a similar mentality, and it felt more homely than the French Quarter ever had. Those wolves had prided themselves on their bloodline, calling it a superiority. "It is very different - and I am glad for that - than what I knew before."