The Sentinels dusk, dark, and dawn in the age of gods

Unlike many of the coastal wolves, Muses found herself thriving in the midst of winter. In fact, she regularly found herself too hot to sleep inside her cozy new den, and often opted to sleep at the mouth of the small cavern, or take a lap around the territory to cool down. On such an expedition, she was pleased to come across two faces, once more familiar than the other.

"Hello Witchhazel, keeping warm?" She greeted, curious to know how the pup was finding her first winter. It was such a mild season that Muses could scarcely believe anyone could find it unpleasant. Her kind, pale gaze rounded on the petite form of Starbuck, whom she knew to be a long time member, but had never been formally introduced. "Starbuck, right?" She confirmed, ears tilted forward in an engaged manner. Her tail waved in wide, careless arcs, for she was as comfortable as could be within the haven of the sentinels. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it? Although I do wish there was more snow."