The Sentinels With you believing in my innocence

The dawn found her outside her den, in a small clearing though it could easily be found by following her scent. The circle she had drawn in the loose dirt was not quite perfect but it was sufficient. 

At each end lay some sort of trinket she had found, an offering that she used to cast her circle. A dove's feather to the north, the piece of quartz to the south, a smooth stone from the riverbed to the east, and a branch of lavender to the west. In the middle of the tiny circle sat Tansea.

Her eyes were closed in prayer, though no words escaped her lips. Her breaths were deep, even to cleanse the negative energy from her body. 

She prayed and practiced in the early morning and late evening so as not to disturb her packmates, leaving her offerings at the flat stump outside her den each time. It had become her altar at any time should someone come by they might find a variety of things piled on it or around it.