The Sentinels to rest in gardens and wake in crypts

Strong silver paws picked over the riverbank, and her muzzle was low and searching. She had found, to her tired happiness, the beginnings of a new crop of dock leaves right here along the river. Lucani had gently cleared out hints of devouring weeds from around them, and saw with a splash from the river that the soil was damp. She trusted fully that the wolves of Donnelaith would not damage the dock leaves, but instead let them grow. This was promising.

In her search for further growth, Lucani found Deirdre, who despite not knowing her well had in fact become the soul she'd grown closest to in the redwood forest. It was so curious now to look upon this beautiful young woman and remember her as a puppy, but her charming exterior was not on Lucani's mind: her heart went out to this sad, sad figure.

Hello my young druid, she said softly, and approached quietly so not to disturb the orphan and her birds. It seems you have some avian company.