The Sentinels the birth of venus

Tansea was in prayer when she smelt the wolf, a young female if she were correct, approaching. She nudged the piece of quartz, a find she had spotted by the river and had been rather excited over, pushing it beneath a nearby log for safe keeping before turning.

Tansea got to her feet, shaking her pelt slightly to get rid of any clinging plant life that always seemed to find its way into the witch's fur. Trotting off to find the girl, it led her to a white wolf who seemed younger than her but she could not place the girl's age precisely.

"Hello," her voice was soft, her stance unassuming as she stopped a short distance away.