The Sentinels in the land of gods and monsters, i was an angel

Constantine was not far -- his nose grazed over the berries that now spurted growth beneath the tall sequoias, his bright eyes drifting upward to sweep across the lands as foliage and life began to spring upon them once more. They had been stripped bare before -- weathered to nothing, as if winter had come upon them. With the land beginning to flourish once more, he could only hope it meant promise for the future of the pack -- they could not continue much longer like this.
 
The pale form of Deirdre was caught from the corner of his eyes. Her lissome form was grown practically to that of a matured she-wolf, and he felt a flicker of worry beat at his chest in worry that soon, there would be suitors knocking upon their door for her hand. He could not bare the thought.
 
But the thought never surfaced to a voice, and instead, Constantine chuffed a greeting to his most youthful sister -- his eyes sweeping over her to see how she was.