The Sentinels suuri soturi

The wraith skirted around the tall redwood trees – their presence humbled him from their sheer size, though unlike his enchanting little sister, they did not talk to him. Much of his family believed in magic – powers of another nature, but Constantine found his own presence sound from reason and science. The magicks Deirdre concocted stemmed from the healing elements found in the plants she kept. The visions she held were from an overactive imagination encouraged by his now passed father – but never would Constantine utter these words to another, and steal the joy it seemed to bring his family.
 
There was a call upon the horizon – a masculine cry that echoed through the redwoods and invited the presence of Donnelaith. Constantine did not reply – instead, his paws quickened, and the charcoal man found himself lumbering toward the stranger within moments. “Greetings – what brings you to Donnelaith?” The stranger was a robust fellow – dark fur and silver eyes. His own form remaining cordial, Constantine pulled closer, his ears tipping forward as he awaited a reply.