The Sentinels Your feet run wild

Tansea sighed softly in relief, a smile pulling up the corners of her mouth. She would not be rejected for her lack of combat training. Aria steps forward, pressing her nose to Tansea's shoulder and the witch does the same. 

She senses the underlying command in the Alpha's words and glances to Rowan, wondering what could have happened between the two to make things so tense. Tansea doesn't ask, knowing it would be rude to pry, and simply follows after Rowan with a small smile.