The Sentinels hunger

one ear cupped toward the side as she heard the approach of another of her ilk, though she continued to move throughout her realm. the scent of sea and salt met her nostrils, and though she did not bristle her posture adjusted to one that would inform the other--if a newcomer of the depths--of her position and her reign! ah, but then the tendrils of scent that made each wolf who they were came to her, and that was when szymon's form came to be seen. deirdre smiled to him, her full plume sweeping in many waves to greet him. she nosed him fondly as he briefly drew alongside her, and once he drifted to her flank she turned from him to observe their surroundings briefly. though she would know this forest blind, it had many paths they could take. but the snapping of branches underfoot in the distance caused deirdre to alter her path, the movement subtle to any but the man who would feel the way her muscles shifted as she adjusted their course.