The Sentinels Grace

deirdre listened to the other who spoke in an intriguing voice. it was deep, and the sounds it made reminded her of pebbles and stones rolling against one another. it was a harsh sound, discordant, but deirdre enjoyed it. it was unique to any voice she had ever heard. she sensed the genuinity in his voice, and nodded, as interested in him, surely, as he was with donnelaith itself.

tell us of yourself, she invited openly, looking to aria with a warm smile as her plume waved, knowing donnelaith turned few, if any at all, from their doorstep. the ones that had ever been denied were the ones that had abandoned the pack at all--she thought of the wolf, malachi--although those with violent proclivities would likely be warned that those tendencies were not preferred, as donnelaith were peaceful folk.