The Sentinels beauty means the scent of roses, and then the death of roses

Rannoch was making progress in his healing, yet it still had not been enough for him to return to his old self. He still walked with a major limp and could not go very fast or very far. But, despite this all, he was still making progress and counting down the days until the forest’s alpha would come to him.

Finally, she did.

She swept him from the wicked shores into to the comforts of the forest. It had felt like an eternity since he had felt at such ease, but he did not take it for granted. He knew that in three days time he would return to the shores. As she welcomed him to her home, Rannoch turned to her and smiled. “It’s nice,” he offered sincerely, turning his gaze to the treetops momentarily.

Their course changed slightly and he followed without a word, only nodding when she spoke as he kept his eyes on the path before them.