The Sentinels Pitter Patter

deirdre nodded, but spoke no more; she and ingram had met, but she felt no reason to turn from muses additional introduction. he seemed quite receptive to food which was of little surprise to deirdre--though she had only heard stories of what life was like as a loner, she felt she could imagine the hunger they endured without wolves to hunt with.

this way, deirdre indicated with the gentle thrust of her muzzle. together they moved through the labryinthal sentinels, the forest abuzz with the sight of new faces. it appeared it was ever eager to acquaint itself to the pair, stray twigs and thin limbs moved to reach for them. deirdre embraced their touch, as ever, and turned smilingly toward the pair. she halted only when she had arrived to a cache she herself had filled recently, and stepped aside. her tail waved as she gestured toward it, her eyes falling to ingram. you may help yourselves, she had no qualms in offering to muses once more to dine if she so pleased.