The Sentinels see no evil, speak no evil

His words echoed in to the darkness, and as his eyes scoured the shadows, the beauty emerged from them. She was a wraith, it seemed – dark fur swept across her in a cloak of night, yet lustrous silver painted upon her. Her eyes were silver – much like Aria, and yet the she-wolf before him was so different. He was taken back by her beauty – but her words did little to soothe his thoughts.
 
They matched the darkness she hid herself in – though an apology came quick, he found himself intrigued. This was not the usual female he found within the ranks of Donnelaith, and Constantine instantly found himself wanting to know more. Aria had accepted her – and her kin was the large Lærke – a recent but also welcome addition. The girls tongue was explained then, and lifting his muzzle up gently to reveal his own relaxing nature, the swarthy Mayfair canted his muzzle slightly. “Constantine – second to Aria.” He paused then, his bright eyes studying her quietly. “What does herra mean?”