The Sentinels Composed upon Westminster Bridge

A wolf returned quietly to his residence, his rich fur dappled by the afternoon lowlight sun as he strayed through the majestic Donnelaith. As quiet and contemplative as ever, Flaris tread leisurely among the broad Sentinels, taking in of his new home what he had missed in previous sweep. He did not scrutinize things, as he was sure there would be plenty time to see it all in the time he would come to spend there. The gentleman preferred this place to the sloping, rocky terrain of Bergamont— perhaps born to the woods more than he had been the mountains— and he thought the only thing more pleasing than this was if he had company to share it with.

Nurturing this thought in the back of his head, the mellow, cerise-eyed wolf began to search for an unoccupied packmate.