The Sentinels One love, one blood, one life

I SHOULDN'T BUT SHE LOVES OSPREY

 

deirdre moved throughout the forest, listening to its gentle whispers. in her mouth she carried healing herbs to aid a wounded rabbit that perhaps would be best hunted and killed. the mayfair girl was a gentle soul, however, and the forest creatures had learned to come to her when in great need. her own prey drive seemed to fall upon the larger creatures of the realm, but even they were given quarter on the odd occassion. those within donnelaith were not privy to the feeling of her teeth; she hunted in the outer reaches of the proverbial sanctuary. 

with the famine finished, deirdre looked now more than ever to be the woman she would become; she had filled out her curves and her fur shone with a new sheen that came from the nutrients the prey and the plantlife profered. she was a startling contrast to osprey, but when deirdre looked upon the woman in the near-distance she only saw beauty. her tail beat excitedly behind her as she approached the mother, herbs still betwixt her lips as she moved.