The Sentinels When the tequila runs out

deirdre had been nearby, the impending storm putting her on high alert. the wind was in larkspur's favor, and so deirdre hadn't the slightest idea the other had trespassed. no, it was purely coincidence that brought her to the very same tree that larkspur was within--and when deirdre entered it, a frightened, defensive snarl erupted from her throat! firstly, the scent of the bay entered her nose, and she calmed--secondly, the vision she beheld was beautiful and familiar both, and deirdre softened. larkspur! my darling, she greeted, her tail waving behind her. you should have called! you frightened me so, came her gentle reprimand, her tail lashing behind her. trespassers were deserving of, well, she was not sure! she had never come across one in her lifetime, except for the one that had tried to kill her--but before her was no killer, but a frightened girl, and so deirdre was uncertain.