The Sentinels Hi-dilly-ho, neighborino!

The wolf that approached was as white as Mirage, the mate of her darling Riverbone. In her green eyes, she found a difference, but the likeness was still astounding. The doctor wagged her tail in greeting, and made herself low as the other female came near. "Hail," she said in turn, when the white wolf had greeted her, and then cocked her head at the question that followed. No answer came immediately from the doctor's mouth - she was distracted by the white of the pelt before her, and was gazing at the lovely shewolf in open admiration.

Soon enough, though, she remembered her manners, and snapped her maw closed, her tongue escaping her teeth at the last second. "No, Skellige did not send me here, though I am his vessel," answered the scrappy shewolf, peering more closely at the white wolf. "How do you know my master? His scent is in your fur."

Purpose forgotten, the doctor waited for a response, ideas now swirling in her mind.