The Sentinels I'm a little turned around

He was summoned – the airy voice of his Alpha beckoning him to go to her, and the wolf did so without hesitation, his steady course along the borders now drifting to their direction. His limp was now gone – with the return of the herds, and the introduction of a balanced diet back upon them, Constantine’s body was able to heal itself more efficiently, and even now his dark fur was beginning to shine with luster once more.
 
He came upon them – Aria had intercepted a dusty grey she-wolf, and it occurred to him that it was likely he would have missed her path. He came upon the side of the ivory she-wolf, his muzzle tipping up to nudge her shoulder in silent greeting and respect, his own form held below hers in turn before casting his fiery eyes to study the stranger. He made no comment for now, believing Aria would explain if she held reason for his presence aside from backup.