The Sentinels You got to do, what you should

He heard Osprey’s call, and his own muzzle tipped up, releasing a quick call in hopes they would linger for a bit so he might say goodbye to them properly – surprised that the two were taking their leave from the pack. And yet, as his paws quickly rounded to the area of tall redwoods they had called from, the dark wolf wondered if it was the disjointed feeling that seemed to shadow over Donnelaith that had encouraged them to do so. In truth, he had felt Dante and Osprey were the last remnants of what Blacktail Deer Plateau had been – and wondered if Deirdre’s visions of Donnelaith had unsettled them.
 
Or was it he and Aria?
 
Coming upon them, the Mayfair tipped his muzzle lower, primarily in recognition to their age and the fact that even as a pup, he had looked up to them both. “You’re leaving,” he stated, rueful of the obvious and trying to force a small smile to break his unease. “You’ll be missed.”