The Sentinels Gotta Fight Another Fight, Gotta Run Another Night

deirdre sought aria, now; the storm had swept through the area, and the cairn brother had returned home. it was urgent that she find the leader to inform her of the conversation she had shared with him--but as she scented the rot of infection, deirdre knew the other had traveled swifter than she anticipated. 

upon the scene was the leader and beside her, cas. deirdre slid alongside the alpha and murmured to her, for her ears to hear alone, a wolf from the bay has come by to warn us of her--i was coming to find you, but she has found us first. he believes there are others looking for her, others that have done this to her... deirdre paused for a moment, and continued: if i may, i would like to heal her, but away from here--unless you would wish for her to join, she could not, on good conscious, let the other die; nor could she, in good conscious, play russian roullette with donnelaith and risk its safety in this way. not when now she witnessed the pitiful sight before her eyes. deirdre's gaze moved apologetically toward cas, before the soft warmth of it then moved toward giana. the least she could do was save her from imminent death--but if the fangs of the wolves came seeking giana's flesh, the she-wolf, from then-on out, would be on her own.