The Sentinels ghost on the shore

Aria made the statement that he had heard her make before – Donnelaith belonged to the Mayfair’s. He withheld a gentle frown – the fact the ivory she-wolf felt herself a placeholder was apparent, but at least now, with their new decision, she now spoke with a warmness. They would build a fresh legacy elsewhere – where both their ideals would not be shunned and overridden by the sister which refused to understand. For as much as he loved Deirdre.. she had indeed made it sound as if he was spitting on his father’s gravestone.
 
And perhaps, after what they had done to Rowan, he had been.
 
He was pulled from these thoughts as Emaleth greeted him, his own muzzle tipping down to smooth against her soft ebony fur. For as different as she was, the girl was still so familiar to him, and he was only grateful she had returned home when they needed her the most. “Don’t apologize, Emaleth,” he murmured quietly, his eyes studying her with relief. “We all understand. But you’re home now. That’s all that matters.”