The Sentinels Gotta Fight Another Fight, Gotta Run Another Night

For the male his days are spent getting familiar with his new pack. Donnelaith was not the sort of familiar feeling of Poughkeepsie - and yet he wants it to be. He wants to feel warm and cozy, safe in the flock as he had. He heard a howl not too far from him and approached the unknown female, the stench of her infection catching on the wind far before anything else. His nose crinkled in distant, staying a bit back from him to stay safe in case she is contagious. "What happened to you?" He asked, deep voice reverberating through the forest as easily as his massive figure maintained its presence - formidable and steady. 

He did not trust her - her state promised that she had someone most likely looking for her. If no one did, it was equally suspicious to him. Like the Trojan horse of legends.