The Sentinels moose and squirrel

While Castiel was not ignorant to the comings and goings of his packmates he was not privy to their dramas or concerns. It was more simplistic for the seraphim, just working and making himself as relevant as he possibly could. If he kept working and kept his head down then that would if nothing else be one less thing for others to worry about. Castiel paused in his steps as he heard a voice call out to him, remembering the young cherub that had greeted him with Aria. He turned his head, gaze softening a bit as he looked the young woman over. "Deirdre," He offered, a nod accompanying the greeting. 

She seemed so pure and gentle, and yet within her he could almost feel the storm raging within. She had so much to fill up her tiny body - though the marks of youth would leave her soon and she would be considered an adult. He slowed his pace a bit to compliment her smaller legs as he took to walking again, inviting her to join him on his pass around the borders. "How are you today?"