The Sentinels Your feet run wild

Tansea could sense the tension between the two as yet another pale pelted woman arrived, though she was greeted warmly. It was odd to the dryad, that she as a stranger and quite possibly a threat would be greeted kinder than a packmate. Tansea was not one to question and only smiled politely, taking on a respectful manner.

The woman was staring at Rowan and so Tansea kept silent and watched the two with cautious eyes.