The Sentinels Grace

deirdre's gaze was upon aria as she spoke of successors. deirdre looked back to castiel, lifting her head loftily at aria's introduction, at her unspoken words. deirdre need not say what was known, but her look toward aria had been filled with love. deirdre mayfair, its inheritor. a deep nod of thanks was given to the other as he offered his own condolences. when he spoke of his long time traveling, deirdre was surprised to hear that he felt this not too long a time. she realized that she had no desire to travel, no wanderlust within her. no, her spirits were sated here, and this was where she was called to be.

as he queried of needs, deirdre was quiet, her eyes panning to the lovely leader of donnelaith, her tail waving. donnelaith, she felt, truly wanted for very little; good hearted wolves seemed to be the unspoken stipulation, as that was what donnelaith harbored.