The Sentinels Such a lonely day, and it's mine

Her eyes had somberly fallen to the ground as she thought, but her pink gaze flicked back up at him when he apologized and seemed to relate to how she felt. It was comforting and made her feel significantly less alone in simply being understood.

What truly surprised her was his implication of a place to stay. Would he take her back to his pack, despite having just met her? Narcisa blinked before staring at him owl-eyed, hastily responding with an enthusiastic Yes. Since he offered, she assumed this meant they had room for her. While she was currently malnourished, she knew that she had skills to offer, especially if allowed to return to better health.

Still, while the prospect filled her with relief, gratitude, and hope, the idea of leaving the coast gave her a strange feeling. It was foreign and unwelcome—the fear of the unknown. She could tell from his earthy scent that his pack, like most other wolf packs, did not reside on the coast. But the coast was all Narcisa knew. Mixed emotions swirled within her, though she knew that going with him was her best option.