The Sentinels suuri soturi

omg i got lucky to have both of u lovelies <33

It took very little time before Lærke was met on the borders of the wood. His silver gaze flitted across the features of the dark male who approached, and the soturi lowered his entire frame toward the ground in a submissive state. The wolves of the north were a brutal kind in battle, but his people had shown him to be cordial and kind to those he requested favors of. With his torso dropped to the earth, the large brute peered upward at the pack wolf with a humble expression about his dark features. The silver of his eyes was trained perfectly for the chest of the male before him, and his tail wafted only slightly. In spite of his obvious submissive form, Lærke’s face carried a genial nature about it. There was a spark of amity in the warrior’s ghostly vision.
 
“Rakeet! I have traveled a great ways, comrade,” he greeted in a booming voice that held a sing-song lilt to it. “I come offering my strength and the ways of the soturi.” After he had stated his business, the bear lifted his skull upward slightly, though his torso remained firmly pressed to the hard earth. He was ever hopeful that this beast would grant him passage into such a beautiful new home. Lærke was still grounded by the very sight of it.

A short ways away there was a paler form of some silver goddess who peered at him curiously from her cover in the wood. Her spectral shape was concealed heavily by the thick shadows that loomed over her, but the warrior flitted his vision in her direction once before darting his eyes away. It was not respectful to stare.