The Sentinels Hi-dilly-ho, neighborino!

'twas not the howl that drew deirdre that noon, but the scent. it was distinctly resemblant of the one her skellige wore, and the perfume lured her as a fish to bait. when the howl sounded, deirdre knew for certain it was not the man but another... perhaps one of his oceanic tribe, she imagined. it did not deter her at all.

the woman wove through the wood, plume even behind her hocks. still ranked among the youth, deirdre would soon assimilate herself into the ranks. the instinct to establish herself had only just begun to rear its head within her, and deirdre had grown into herself and felt confident enough to approach with an ample amount of pride. she had witnessed her own father greet others at the borders, and the seraph paused before the other when she reached the borderline the hybrid lingered at.

the other was small, smaller than her, even; deirdre, in her adult stature, had no hint of her youth upon her. rather, she looked like a woman with eyes rimmed in kohl and thick lashes, and with the return of food her curves were becoming far more evident. her tail flicked behind her and the jewel of the wilds smiled warmly to the other. she could smell the titan upon the wolf before her, and she wondered if she was sent here by him. greetings, she lilted, the hint of her fathers brogue still ever-present on her tongue. did skellige send you? though she stood confidently before her, deirdre was not at all cool or indifferent to the others presence. there was a warmth to her that was surely welcoming, and certainly disarming.