The Sentinels moose and squirrel

deirdre had waited for castiel to become more acquainted with the forest before seeking him out again. she was thrilled that there was another presence here, and castiel had seemed to deirdre a good man. he also vaguely reminded deirdre of her father, but there were significant differences the two had in visage that made it easy to recall that this was not the man who had loved and raised her. still--she wished to see him again, to see how it was he fared.

he was on the borders, which did not surprise her at all. it was here his scent was most concentrated, much like her own brothers. she wondered if the duo had met, yet, but castiel was still a fresh face and donnelaith was no small sylvan. it took time to come across him, but come across him she did. castiel! she greeted, her walk turning into a graceful and long-legged lope. her tail waved behind her as she moved to come alongside him, smiling.