The Sentinels When it's all said and done

Tansea wandered the forest, following the sound of the trickling water upstream only to pause when she came across the stranger. Obviously he was amongst Donnelaith's ranks, he smelt of them and moved with a familiarity in the forest that she had yet to master.

Tansea watched him, forgetting that such an action might be perceived as distrustful or just plain odd. He was large one, his pelt the mixture of greys ranging from dove to stormcloud.

The witch waited for him to take notice of her, whether he had seen her coming or whether he had no idea until he glanced upwards. "I don't know you," her words were soft with curiosity.