The Sentinels the birth of venus

the others smile was met in kind with a radiant one from deirdre; that the other might be happy in her presence meant the world to the she-wolf, and brought happiness in turn to her. the pale youth was always glad to be with those of her pack, whom she considered to be family. as the other began to move, deirdre slid alongside her to match pace; she was no small thing, but a full, long-legged, curvaceous woman who was made for this very forest. the trees whispered overhead as a breeze rifled through the leaves, and when tansea spoke, deirdre turned her gaze to her.

for all of my life, she informed the other warmly, and continued on: i was born here to donnelaith's first king and founder, lasher. he passed--not so long ago, there was a curse upon the wilds that took from it every hue it carried, leaving only soil and wood behind. it was a bleak, hard time... his spirit still resides here, she smiled softly at that, though it was clear the tale saddened her. he watched over them all, and lived yet within her and his other progeny. she would ensure that he never died, not truly, and that his work would thrive with her magick. while his body is at rest. she fell quiet for a moment, looking back to the wooded path before them, drifting between or around the trees as was necessary.