The Sentinels oh, why you wearing that to walk out of my life?

Constantine had been acclimatizing to life. It felt strange still to find himself in a world where his father no longer existed – or that his mother seemed to have disappeared from.. but he steadied himself daily, hoping to maintain the façade that all would be okay – if only for Deirdre.
 
His movements are better now – the grace of warrior prowess has returned to him with passing time, and his injury has begun to fade once more, thanks to the healers of the pack. Still, there are times when his forelimb will lock, leaving him stiff, and feeling quite aged despite only being a year.
 
Coming upon Aria, the dark wolf studies her for a moment in quiet contemplation. Before, he would have pressed on, leaving her be, given his presence before had seemingly disturbed her so. Now, after coming to know her better, he notes the slouch of her form – the flattened ears to her skull. Pulling forward, the dark male utters a gentle bark to gain her attention, his fiery eyes studying her with gentle worry. “You’re distraught,” he remarks, his tail swinging lower now, in the presence of his Alpha.