The Sentinels We get what we deserve

She noticed him then – studying him and lowering herself in submission that he was not accustom to receiving. His own uncertainty for such a display stirred his own muzzle down in quiet greeting, his tail giving a gentle flick as he attempted to remain relaxed – perhaps even encourage the other to do the same. “Constantine,” he offered quietly, his muzzle tipping slightly as he repeated her name in his mind – quietly, he wondered if she would stay within their ranks, or slip away as so many did.
 
“Welcome to Donnelaith – how long have you been here?” He knew she was new – otherwise, he would have seen her about. For now, he was content with small talk – gauging his companion.