The Sentinels your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me

bby @Deirdre <3

Since Lasher's passing, Aria had attempted to visit each of the wolves in her pack. To say that it now belonged solely to her was something foreign altogether, but she grew more and more used to it with each passing day. It was fitting, in a way. Afterall, ever since birth Aria had demanded nothing but respect-- now she had it.

The pale princess padded quietly through the Sentenials, her spirits still low but higher than they had been in a while. She thought often of Lasher and Casmir, but the thoughts no longer caused her to buckle to the earth and sob like a child without it's mother. It was progress.