The Sentinels tea party pardon

It'd been a few days since the den night, and Atoll wondered more and more about the absence of Donnelaith. Considered how things had been going lately, she wasnt' exactly surprised that none of them had showed up; but she was accustomed to thinking the best in people, especially Deirdre and her brother Con, whom the Atoll still had an unaccountable liking for.

For this reason, she'd come to call on her forest neighbors, hoping to premptively invite them to the next den night, however far from the moment it might be. Perhaps they had only been uncertain of their welcome, and that was something Atoll could quickly rectify.

Sending up a questioning howl, she called for someone - anyone who might pass on a message to the rest of the pack. Hopefully, they would be receptive and friendly, but Atoll was prepared to be blithe with anyone who might quarrel as well.

Standing near to the border, Atoll allowed her mind to wander as she awaited company. The changing of seasons had a much stronger affect on the wood than the shore, and she worried, distantly, what they would do in the colder months, when the seaside breeze raked across the land. Surely, the damp dens they now inhabited would not do? It served them well in the summer, when the weather was hot, but they needed something more solid, more substantial in the winter. Perhaps she would have to look into those caves under the western cliffs...

Hoping for anyone, but perhaps someone she has not met. @Lotte or @Starbuck or maybe even @Emaleth.