The Sentinels baby i... i wanna know, what you think, when you're alone

deirdre smiled to aria at her words. her relationship with donnelaith was perhaps different than any other wolves, if only because she believed it to be a sentient thing. she treated it as she would treat any other; she loved the place as fiercely as she loved her mother, her father, and was as rooted to it as the redwoods.

and her smile only grew, relief evident as she let out a quiet sigh. deirdre grinned at aria's words, teasing her gently, are you saying that to please me? you please the spirits in saying so, too, she hummed, a light wind coming forth from the trees and causing the branches to drag against one another: laughter! deirdre knew she herself could find no other place more beautiful than donnelaith; she was its flower, and this place was home to her.

the moment casmir's name was mentioned, deirdre was at true attention. she noted the falter in aria's expression, and whatever she had wished to ask was forgotten in favor of her friends emotions. what is it? she asks this in a worried whisper, shifting closer to aria, rife with worry.